A series of anecdotes with or without any connection to the running of a restaurant.

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Wet weekend...





















It has been a very wet weekend!
My football team was relegated on Saturday.
No, I didn't cry and it didn't rain!
It was a Rosé weekend!

My friend, the French chef invited me on Sunday. I took a bottle of chilled Rosé round.
He said that I shouldn't have bothered and showed me the latest wine consignement he'd received from France! A bloody cellarful!
While watching Schumacker win the Grand Pricks played some old French 45s on his newly acquired turntable, we made a dent in his wine stock!
Camembert, Chorizo, tomatoes, basil, baguettes...

Monday, we celebrated someone's birthday at a gastro pub with yet more Rosé (Pinot Grigio Rosé!) and lots of bubbly!

I love Rosé because it conjures up sunny days with friends in Carcassonne or Barcelona.

This morning I went to the gym and this is the view from my machine! I took it on my mobile phone.



















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24 Comments:

Blogger Le Chat said...

Ah good you're back.

Preston didn't make it through to the play-off final - beaten by Leeds last night. Pah!

9/5/06 12:38 PM  
Blogger lettuce said...

oh yes, I bought some Rose at the weekend, looking forward to it v. much, definately something to do with having more sunshine recently. Trying to hold off till the weekend though....

9/5/06 1:39 PM  
Blogger cream said...

Hi, Kitty, I never went anywhere but I travelled a million miles over the weekend!
You like your football, too?

Lettuce, I think I drank enough Rosé to abstain for the rest of the Summer! But who's counting? Don't wait for the weekend...

9/5/06 5:02 PM  
Blogger ramblingwoman said...

Oh Cream....drool......drool....

Can I come and live with you please? I love your life. More to the point 'I love your eating and drinking habits'

The thought of drinking rose in Barcelona or Carcassone, made me go all weird.

9/5/06 5:30 PM  
Blogger wendy said...

RW - Isn't he lucky to live with that pretty view! If you go to live with Cream, I may join you..specially if there's Rose on offer. But we'll skip the French 45's, eh! That's for the 'older' generation, methinks.

9/5/06 6:16 PM  
Blogger cream said...

Rambler, you're welcome! But, I must warn you, I'm drinking a lot more than I'm eating at the moment...

Another dig at my age, eh!
Careful, Uncle Cream would drink you under the table, ma petite Spring Chick!

9/5/06 7:08 PM  
Blogger Mary said...

Oh a bloody cellarful of wine sounds wonderful. I am gonna have to find one of those.

9/5/06 7:19 PM  
Blogger ValGalArt said...

what a charming view!!! love it! Your wet weekend sounds fun!

10/5/06 5:44 AM  
Blogger cream said...

Mary, I got lost once in one of them...Wonder why!

Val, the view from the gym spurs you on to go faster and get out there to enjoy it.
The weekend was famously amazing!

10/5/06 9:55 AM  
Blogger Caroline said...

Wow you've found a gym with a view - too often they seem to be totally enclosed and with too many mirrors for comfort.

10/5/06 12:59 PM  
Blogger Calamity Tat said...

Every day's a Rosé day here, I drink at least 3 or 4 glasses an evening, I love it....

10/5/06 1:38 PM  
Blogger Calamity Tat said...

Forgot to say, when I swim in the pool, not mine darling the public one, well you can see the snow topped mountains, i would take a photo but my camera would get wet!

10/5/06 1:39 PM  
Blogger LDahl said...

ah, I feel so sorry for you Cream... hehehe NOT!!! Love the view from the window... take the car away and it could be a different time...perhaps the past is just a layer away as it is.
~L

10/5/06 7:02 PM  
Blogger Ale said...

where is the cat?

every wet weekend needs a wet cat!

10/5/06 7:48 PM  
Blogger DCveR said...

Careful not to rust with all that Rosé moisture!

10/5/06 8:24 PM  
Blogger wendy said...

Rust! Ha! I think Cream has got lost in a wine cellar and is never coming back. Or maybe he's stuck in a bygone era.

:-)

10/5/06 8:45 PM  
Blogger euro-trac said...

Warning: Tat's rosé is dangerous! I speak from experience.... :o)

10/5/06 8:59 PM  
Blogger Cherrypie said...

The gym I used to go to looked over the dock at Hull. It was fantastic when the tall ships came in.

White Zinfandel is my sip of summer - a picnic's never complete without it.

10/5/06 8:59 PM  
Blogger cream said...

Caro, it is amazing on a sunny day!

Tat, you're a girl after my own heart! Rosé overlooking the Pyrenees, eh! What a life! I once dropped my camera in Lake Ullswater...

L, it is supposed an English port during the Napoleonic wars. I will add a view from another window...

Ale, Henry doesn't like Rosé...

DC, my tummy is galvanised:)

Oooooh, Wendz, it is a Napoleonic era after all! Mwah!

Trac, I tried the Rosé all the way around Carcassonne and I can only agree!

Cherrybabe, I know exactly where you mean! Try a Spanish (Sorry DC)Chivite Rosé ice cold! Amazing!

10/5/06 9:31 PM  
Blogger Christine said...

I agree, I want to live like King Cream too!!! I guess I'll have to settle for reading his delicious life! ;)

10/5/06 11:45 PM  
Blogger Brian the Mennonite said...

Wine and workout...this is what I gleaned from you today. I'm satisfied.

11/5/06 4:07 AM  
Blogger cream said...

King Cream and the coconuts, eh, Christine! Dive head first into life!

Brian, one cancels the other but what a good time is had by all!

11/5/06 10:18 AM  
Blogger Hayden said...

so jealous of your good rose. The US produces good wines but we neither produce nor import good Roses. sad sad.

Roses here are always too sweet and too shallow. reminds me of some too-young men I've known....

12/5/06 5:54 AM  
Blogger cream said...

Hayden, love it! Sweet and shallow young men!
I don't like sweet rosés. Medium-dry, Mmmmmmmmmmmm!

12/5/06 9:42 AM  

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