Nancy announced herself to me, on this busy afternoon. She wanted Pecorino Ginepro. She makes polenta every Friday and this is what she came to fetch. "I will happily cut some Ginepro for you but, I do have Montasio and I want you to try something that is new to me," I said. Trugole from the Alpine range in Italy was not new to her and she lavished me in the geography of this cheese. Yes, yes the Val d'Aosta is closer to France and tastes close to the ground but, Trugole is kin to a Swiss raclette but, more mineral and bright. "Aaagh, perfect for polenta," she said. "It is Friday," she relished.
What else arrived today: Some yummy washed in chablis, Detroit Street Brick from Ann Arbor, Mt. Tam.....all the little luxuries from Prairie Fruit Farm.
Still I was exhausted and I knew I still had an heirloom tomato on the counter at home AND a roasted chicken, too. I didn't want to be slap dash but, I knew a couple of gestures could make it a meal.
On my way out I tasted three wines. A chenin blanc, a pinot noir and HEY MAMBO. I grabbed the HEY MAMBO not even thinking it would work but, it was yum and I could hang on to it for the right thing.
I grabbed a cucumber, hericot vert and some pre-prepped breaded goat cheese. Tossed some nicoise olives in a tub and headed for the door.
Insert holiday traffic here and once home a couple of splashes of rose. Watched half and episode of season 2 of the Sopranos...now I'm ready for supper.
I'll spare you the gross details but, warm breaded goat cheese with a nicose chased by a splash of HEY MAMBO is perfect. That olive lingering with the tangy goat transcends the MAMBO. This table wine is now boutique!
The cucumber was never used. It wouldn't have been right.
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