I will have to say that it’s been a super stressful week so tonight I decided to chill out and make something so basic for dinner – a hamburger. However, I wanted to doctor it up the way I like (arugula, spicy ketchup, a touch of ff mayo, ciabatta bread and some bleu cheese & provolone).
While I was cooking, I noticed that the wine fridge has been rather neglected of late. I can’t remember the last time I opened a bottle of wine in this house (perhaps at my last dinner party – 5 months ago?!?!?!) so I grabbed a bottle of my favorite, Beaujolais, and cracked it open. I poured myself a healthy glass, put that by the stove and went back to playing on my goal of a perfect burger for dinner.
Then the memory hit me. My grandfather did the SAME thing when he would cook – except he would have a beer mug full of his favorite beer, cold and frosty.
Sometimes, its things like that which remind me – I am my grandfather’s granddaughter.