We were finishing our two-day-old Malbec and it had turned into an off-sweet imitation of a cheap dessert wine, but it was still a lot more pleasant to drink than whatever the house red was at the Irish pub where we’d gone for trivia the night before. I don’t mind drinking low-end red wine at all; in fact, I rather enjoy it, but the problem arises when I find it undrinkable even when I accept that it’s only fruit juice. I wasn’t much of a contribution to our trivia team, except in the category about wine: We were asked about the grape used to make Burgundy, and we had to name two of the three states, other than California, that produce the most wine in the U.S. (Pinot noir; New York and Washington.) For dinner tonight, I improvised by cooking spring onions in olive oil. On top of them I fried several eggs sunny-side up, and the egg whites ran together and formed a solid platter of eggs and onions. I probably could have added ham.
(Photo: Lawn chair, Silver Spring, Maryland.)
365 Days of Food 