Except for the fact that I’m back already, and that my bike was nicked while I was away which means I made the wrong decision on the not-insuring gamble (I was counting on it lasting at least ten not four months), I don’t actually have much to whine about. I just liked the pun. We drank well on holiday. There was a glorious bottle of (still young) Chateau Palmer 2004. And quite a few of a delicious white bordeaux (Chateau de Cruzeau ’10) picked up in the local Intermarché for less than €10 that had the sting of pink and white grapefruit and the warm whisper of pine forests. But the glass I enjoyed the most was the cheapest: a beaker of cheap box rosé, jangling with half a dozen ice cubes, that was set in front of me as I came to the end of marshaling a restless game of cauldron-maths with four of what my friend Mike calls OPCs (Other People’s Children). Or perhaps I just mean that was the one I drank most quickly. Seriously, it was fun, but now I see why mothers might need to drink every single day. Or perhaps throughout the day.
Continuing with the hot weather spirit, a wine I’ve been enjoying a lot since I got home is Chateau Saint Jean des Graves 2011 Graves, France (Waitrose £8.49, I’ve been drinking the 2011 which I bought a while ago but the 2012, currently online, is good too). It’s made from sauvignon blanc and semillon and, like that nice holiday white, it’s from bordeaux – which makes it the only sort of sauvignon blanc all those of my friends who suddenly seem to have it in for this grape will drink. It’s more cooked than fresh grapefruit and has a pleasing glossy fullness rather than being all tightrope and sharp edges. An absolute winner with Delia’s chicken with green and black olives, lemons, rice and coriander – a recipe from her Winter Collection that I prefer to make in summer.