This morning I went to the Farmers Market in the U-District, my first Seattle neighborhood.
I miss all the hippie yards.
I'm a peaceful and cowardly person, but I think if I saw a person spray-painting a tree, I'd want to kick their ass.
Doesn't "Sweetbread" mean brains? I'd never heard of this little local vineyard before. I gambled on the cheapest white and red.
Then I went to Esquin Wine Merchants and lollygagged in the Loire whites section before finally settling on Cheverny. What I really wanted was a Sancerre, but apparently Cheverny is another steel-fermented Sauvignon Blanc wine from the Loire Valley, and it was $10 cheaper than the Sancerres. Hopefully it will have that minerally taste that I love so much in Sancerre -- we'll see.
Then I suddenly decided that I also wanted a Niagara ice wine for dessert, so I grabbed one from Jackson-Triggs, a vineyard that I blogged but didn't name back in July.
The neighborhood looks cozy.
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ReplyDeleteif you like ice wine, I'd recommend inniskillin. I've toured them all (I'm from buffalo) but inniskillin blows all the others away. So subtle. Their vidal smells of warm apricots.
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