August 17, 2006

Sunset supper

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.

West Seattle sunset.JPG Romanee St Vivant w veal.JPG

Civilized sensory overload, I call it. Please, sir, I want some more...

Posted by Ronald Holden at August 17, 2006 11:30 AM
Comments

Go East my friend----like Ohio.

Posted by: Jay Conte at August 18, 2006 11:21 AM

G-gosh, you mean those $7/lb heirlooms at PCC are, gulp, tasteless? I'm shocked, shocked ...

Posted by: Ronald at August 18, 2006 11:15 AM

Good tomatoes are not now, and never have been available in Seattle.

Posted by: Jay Conte at August 18, 2006 11:11 AM

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

Posted by: Alex R. Mayer at August 17, 2006 12:58 PM

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!

Posted by: Lisa Hilderbrand at August 17, 2006 12:05 PM

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 ...

Posted by: Ronald at August 17, 2006 11:58 AM

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.

Posted by: Allan at August 17, 2006 11:54 AM