|At last! The new 2013 cassis has arrived!|
We found a few choice goodies particularly in Magnum, and then came back home where I plugged my ipod into a little speaker in order to play Now That's What I Call Disco while I made some gougeres. Eventually G, who has no sense of fun, banned Now That's What I Call Disco and we had to revert to Paul Van Dyk's Vonyc Sessions podcast. My favourite tracks on here are Incarnation and a jazzed-up Lana Del Rey thing which you can listen to here if you want to recreate the mood.
I made the gougeres smaller than usual which had the advantage a) that there were more burnt, crunchy bits and b) the mixture made about 200 gougeres with lots left over for me to pig out on during the rest of the week.
With the gougeres, we had this bottle of Pernand-Vergelesses 2010 from De(ux) Montille. Let's just say it was on the acidic side, and was much improved by the gougeres. Not one I'd rush to have again.
Then some cheeses - an amazing Ami de Chambertin (which according to a cheese website I've just consulted, is "related to Epoisses, but more stout in appearance"), a Trou du Cru, a Delice de Pommard and a young Comte which had been bought primarily to make the gougeres. These all came from the local supermarket but despite that were sensational. The Trou in particular was oozy nine millimetre.
Also some pate, terrine and cornichons.
To drink with all that, we had this 2005 Cote de Brouilly from Chateau Thivin which went down a treat. We were intrigued by the Cuvee de la Chapelle gold sticker, and check that label out! The Inverse Law strikes again.
After all that, a restorative glass of marc was in order. That morning, G and I had been keen to get in the traditional "bottle of marc for the house" and ACC had suggested a trip to Dennis Perret on Place Carnot as they had a good range. Indeed they did - we picked up this Chateau des Jacques 1986 for 31 euros. Being a bit
I can't remember what we did in the afternoon - watched some crap French TV and went for a little lie-down, I suspect. Then in the evening it was off to la Ciboulette (aka "Cibbers") which is one of the few places open on a Sunday night. It was packed and we had to wait a while for things to happen. We struggled with the wine list and eventually ACC consulted the owner who found us a nice white Savigny from Catherine and Claude Marechal. For our red we were able to have a 2011 Auxey from the same producers, which really hit the spot - young and fruity. Then it was back home to the spooky cave for marc and coffee to prepare for an action-packed day of appointments on Monday.