Monthly Archives: September 2006

A conversation at bedtime

**Iris:** When we go camping, we could make marshmallow graham sandwiches.

(pause)

**Iris:** What do you call marshmallow graham sandwiches?

**Laurie:** S’mores.

**Iris:** We could make lots of s’mores. Do they not have bread, just grahams?

Sweet spot

Probably we’re a few years past the time when this was a bold declaration, but I like sweet wines better than dry wines. I was trying to figure out why this is so–I do have a sweet tooth, but I like my savory food unsullied with sugar and have no problem with sour or bitter flavors. Then I realized it has everything to do with price.

Right now, I’m finishing up a great bottle of madeira. It’s the Rare Wine Company’s Boston Bual. The bottle was a gift, but for journalistic purposes I looked up the price, and it was probably about $45. This bottle brightened at least a dozen evenings, which makes it a great deal. This is another nice thing about fortified wines in particular: you can keep them around for weeks and they don’t go bad. I try to keep port and sherry on hand, too.

But you don’t need to spend anything like $45 to get a bottle of sweet wine that will make you tingle. A couple of years ago, when the great 2001 vintage was released, I got a bottle of German riesling auslese for $22 that knocked me on my ass–not in the way you’re thinking, since this is a low-alcohol wine.

Because dry wines are still the fashionable choice, sweet wines are comparatively underpriced. When was the last time you spent $20 for a dry wine and had it rock your world, oenologically speaking?

A great introduction to the world of sweet wines is James Peterson’s book, Sweet Wines.

Bartender: One Bonnezeaux, one Sauternes, one Okanagan Valley icewine, please. (Sweet wine drinkers always say please.)

By request

Iris woke up and I reminded her that she was going to the babysitter this morning.

**Iris:** What are you going to do?

**Me:** I’m going to do some shopping at QFC and probably write something on my baby computer.

**Iris:** You should write something for your blog about me eating burgers.

No problem! The other night we had burgers and Iris unveiled a new technique wherein she separated the patty from the bun, ate the bun, and then picked up the patty and took huge bites.

I believe this is how Kobayashi eats his burgers.

A conversation after dinner

*Iris plays with her helicopter toy.*

**Me:** The chopper is landing.

**Iris:** What’s a chopper?

**Me:** It’s another word for helicopter.

**Iris:** Like a loud one?

**Me:** Yes, because it goes *chop-chop-chop.*

**Iris:** Like an onion?