Doctor Joe, the West Seattle wine collector whose cellar we described a while back, sautées some veal, steams some broccoli, slices a tomato, then scatters shredded basil over the plate. The star: a bottle of 1990 Romanée St. Vivant, one of those wondrous, silky-smooth Burgundies that leaves grown men speechless. The setting: a spectacular Seattle sunset.
Civilized sensory overload, I call it. Please, sir, I want some more...
This time of year, I think it's the seasonal tomato that does it. A significantly sensual part of the experience. Not to take away from the wine, of course.
Yup, yup, yup. The earthy tomato, the pungent basil, the drizzle of olive oil, the splash of cream deglazing the pan, the fading raspberry and soft kid-glove aromas in the wine, the million-dollar view. Yup, yup, yup ...
Okay, now you've gone and done it! I'm salivating and can't wait to get a chance to experience this great sounding evening of fresh delectable ingrediants with a fine and sophisticated wine to accompany the dreamy sea sky scape - Cheers Ron!
I am drooling. This is the only time of year when a decent tomato can be found anywhere in Seattle outside of the swankiest restaurants. We all know that the Bay Area is a foodie paradise because of their plump and juicy year-round tomatoes. So why can't they put some on an airplane and send em' up here so come December we don't have to choke down those mealy Canadian hoser-hothouse fruits? Maybe price is a barrier - "heirloom" tomatoes at my neighborhood PCC ar 6.99 a pound right now. Cheers, -A
Good tomatoes are not now, and never have been available in Seattle.
G-gosh, you mean those $7/lb heirlooms at PCC are, gulp, tasteless? I'm shocked, shocked ...
Go East my friend----like Ohio.