May feels nothing like Cabaret or please just let me have my preferred rosè.
Darlings,It is the middle of May. Can you believe it? The winter - supposedly over! Can you even believe it? If history was any indication, my mood would have switched from sassy to just a little less so two weeks ago. However, during this, my fifth spring in Maine, it isn't. It's cold. We've had a few days of sunshine, but somehow it feels like the real warmth can't make it this year. It's wet, it's grey.And the only way I like my May to have anything to do with grey is if it's Joel Grey welcoming me to May like he does to the cabaret, telling me to leave my problems outside, that inside is warm and welcoming and full of beauty and debauchery.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBlB8RAJEEc So I'm trying to will it, as I do every year. I've switched over my closet from all black to white and blue. I've let the lions mane embrace it's natural form. I've started shaving my legs (regularly, you know). I put the seedlings in the raised bed. And we've been sleeping with the window open (and the heat on, and an extra blanket.)And I'm willing.And willingAnd willing.And all I can really say is...Let the sun shine.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhNrqc6yvTUAlso, darlings, I've said it before and I'll say it again...Treat Williams. What a hunk.But there's really only so many times I can spin the Hair soundtrack before le hubs wants to kick me out of the house. So let's be positive for a second (ridiculous, I know) and think about one of the best things that will happen, once you know, the sun shines.Rosè. Well, darlings, first thing is first. Aside from having a regular reason to get a pedicure every 2 weeks, rosè is probably the best part of summer. And of course, I am a total snob when it comes to rosè.I like my rosè bone dry, from Provence, and not a shade darker than the blush of a ballet slipper.To me, it's not rosè if it's not from Provence.To me, a rosè by any other name does in fact smell too sweet.It's rosato, rosado, white zindfandel (god forbid).Now listen darlings, this is not a Champagne/Cava/Prosecco situation. Rosè in fact has nothing to do with provence, but instead with process. Rosè can be made from skin contact (most utilized, skins are discarded after 1-3 days), saginee (liquid is bled after a few days ), or blending (which is pretty much illegal in France *except for sparkling rosè* when it comes to their rosè).But darlings, little ever has to do with fact. It's all about opinion. And to me, on this subject, I know what I like. My favorite every day rosès are easy to drink and go with just about anything you would deign to eat from May to September.
Oh, one other thing darlings, this magnificent beverage deserves to be served very chilled in one of two glassware options. You either give me a tumbler full or you serve it in the most delicate stemware you have. I've been known to refuse a glass of rosè if the wine glass is too thick. Again darlings, I know what I want. When it comes to rosè at least.We use these in our house:
Again, doing things the right way doesn't always mean the expensive way. I mean, usually it does. But sometimes it doesn't.Anyway darlings. More on summer soon. I promise.xoxolcf