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Wine Tasting – Comtes von Neipperg – La Mondotte

Persuaded by my Bordeaux insider, I attended a Food and Wine event at Bordeaux Magnum yesterday. Having forgotten about the French punctuality, I got there on time and had to pass an awkward half-hour amongst strangers, making small talks with my poor French but mostly reading wine bottles until all attendees arrived. While waiting, I sipped a Sauvignon Blanc based white wine from Bordeaux, which was quite pleasant to drink but wasn’t for my liking, perhaps because of the cooked pear and caramel taste, which is the characteristics of Semillion. Finally, the event kicked off, and the first bottle of the evening was served, following welcome greetings and introduction by the organiser about Garage Wine, which was the theme of the evening. Garage wine reflects a new way of winemaking by independent winemakers using modern and innovative, often organic or biodynamic technique to create wines in new styles to meet the changing trends and demands in the wine market. So these were the 5 bottles we tasted, and one is missing in the picture because …

Madeleine Financier Cake – Honey, Vanilla, Almond

Delay, delay…posts are getting delayed again. Maybe it’s because I have so much on my plate and more food keeps being added as I try hard to eat what is already on the plate. What do you do when you face this kind of dilemma? Do you eat the new items while they are hot and fresh and then go back to the cold old ones later or finish off the old ones first and then start on the new ones? My fork is busy going back and forth between the new and the old ones, and I am getting stuffed. I have so many photos clogging up my internal and external hard drives, and they are mostly, well, all are food-related. I don’t know what to do with them. Every time I stumble upon one of the photos, my memory goes back to that time…like the Madeleine cake. That is why is called La Madeleine de Proust, for remembering the things, mentioned by the author, Marcel Proust, but mine isn’t about childhood.