(By the way, Creekside Sauvignon Blanc was the obvious winner in my poll, with 28 votes. If I was going to the swap, I would have had a case of that to share with folks. Never mind, I plan on hosting my own sometime in the near future.)
At least being sick affords me some time to catch up on my blogging. Then I plan on burning off those germs in my throat with some sherry and going back to bed.
Taste in the Glebe was this Thursday; Hubby and I joined another couple to speed-snack our way through the two-dozen eateries, wineries and breweries at the Glebe Community Centre. The shorter time frame (reduced by an hour this year) set me in hyper drive, in which I tried to get in as many new things as possible. Let me tell you, that plan of attack does not work, as we rolled ourselves out of there around 7:30, wishing for yoga pants and Tums.
Aside from the overdose of self-indulgence, it was a marvy occasion. Highlight of the night was The Red Apron's pumpkin bisque with marscapone cream: thick, creamy and nutty with just the right amount of spice, giving the pumpkin a more savoury flavour than sweet.
Honourable mentions included dark chocolate-Grand Marnier-infused cake pops from Epicuria; heavenly cheese topped with pear-and-vanilla jam from michaelsdolce; skinny-crust, earthy-delicious Fancy Mushroom pizza (drizzled with truffle oil, if you please!) from Ion Aimers' ZaZaZa; slow-cooked beef brisket so tender you don't even have to chew from Annie & Clyde's; and a mountain of desserts from Second Avenue Sweets (OMG, their red velvet whoopie pies made with sweet cream cheese was orgasmic.)
And wine, of course. John Squair, from Sandbanks, gave me a hearty welcome right off the bat and a good dollop of Love (the pink-hued apéro they launched last year at Absinthe). Rosehall Run's 'Liberated', a chardonnay released from the confines of oak aging, was full of bright, zippy fruit in a light-weight quaff that brings summer days on the deck to mind. And I simply couldn't pass up a (rather generous) offering of Kichesippi's Wuchak Black, their seasonal stout I fell in love with at last year's event.