Skip to main content

Wine lover - Valoroso

As we used our last energy to drag dinner to the table, wine was in order. A hug after we put C to bed gave us strength to have a dinner for 2 before we surrendered to a day of early rise (for me), playdates, yoga, more playdates and an end of day with a restless toddler. 
We have a wine subscription which sends us random wines which has helped us discover a few new good wines (and others not so good). I rejected south african as we will spend 5 days in South Africa next week so we were goong for zaustralian, as we are not going there anytime soon. Suddenly we see a Portuguese wine in the mix and easily decided to give it a try.
Valoroso was a top choice for dinner. Unexpectedly from the Setubal region, as I would not have willingly ordered it deom a wine menu. Full body and flavoured but surprisingly not too strong. Or so I thought as it boasts a 14.5% volume label hidden in back. No wonder I am getting so numb. Yoga and now this... 
It was an excellent companion to our lamb but I must say it did not stay behind with ice cream. Some sweeteness in ot ensures I keep it in my hand post dinner. We may not be able to kill the bottle but we will sure try! 


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Time is what makes us different

I heard what is likely to become one of my top 3 favourite quotes on a podcast on Friday. "Time is the only real democratic asset. We are all awarded the same time, it is what we do with it that distinguishes us".  Now, I recognise that most of us need to work with survive and that is not democratic throughout. But on an equal opportunity basis, this is an interesting way of putting it. For many years I did not understand why MS thought my resume was so interesting. In fact, they chased me during the entire recruitment process, even though I had no idea of moving to London or Finance. I wanted to be a consultant and stay in Lisbon forever. But traditional consultants in Portugal saw nothing in me, and MS did not let me go. When I started screening resumes and hiring people a couple of years later is when I understood why I was different. TIME.  I was truly different about what I did with my time. Not necessarily the basics - choice of degree or anything. But really ...

Short one: D-Day

It is D-Day today :-) I took out the braids, and the clock is ticking. Bernardo will be in Maputo in two hours. We have plans for the weekend and so much to catch up on. I doubt I will be blogging soon, hehe

Blogging

I have not written in a while. As I hit the bottom I was afraid of what might come out and what might be registered in the web for eternity. But it does not matter. As I go through this stage I know that writing is probably one of the best things I can do, and keeping things inside one of the worst. And short of re-starting my book (or books) any time soon, as they feature about 27 in my list of things I wish I could do, this is just as good.  People used to write diaries, now they blog. I reas on facebook that people used to be upset if someone read their diary, now they get angry if no one reads their blog. It is a funny phenomena. I must say that most of times I think no-one is reading, so why bother, and even those reading won't miss it amongst all other things they surely read. But then a comment comes through, an email reminds me of something I wrote and I know that someone out there comes and visits my home away from home. For good or bad :)