The dude just shows up at our door step around 10-10:30pm, no call beforehand, nothing. That is bed time at best by our southern standards. The dude does not have any manner of any sort...Well, one does not need any manner when he wants to show up at a friend's place, does he? And just that mannerless act is enough to make us as happy as a clam...
That would be enough happiness for the rest of my life, to tell the truth. But no, the dude shows up with that bottle of 1990 Hermitage under his arm. That bottle must be worth of a lot of greens and I don't think we have any bottle as expensive at home. However, if I had one, that would be exactly how I would like to consume it; grab a friend who enjoys wine, and share the moment...Oh I feel a little dizzy from joy already... And now the moment of heavenly sensation, the first seep: Smooth and pleasing tannins, generous acidity, on the lighter side of red fruit aromas balanced elegantly with the smell of maturity, gasoline and tobacco...
Did I say it tasted like Coca Cola Zero? I should have said "Coke that tastes like a 1990 Hermitage".
The dude just shows up at our door step around 10-10:30am on a Sunday morning, no call beforehand, nothing. That is church time at best by our southern standards. The dude does not have any manner of any sort...
Well, I will give him the benefit of doubt in this case. Coming from a dominantly muslim country, he probably guessed rightly that church would not be in our Sunday to-do list anyway.
Anyhow, just that mannerless act on a Sunday morning would be enough to make us as happy as a clam...But no, the dude shows up with those two beautiful kids on our door step. I get my high five from the elder brother, as usual, and the younger kiddo, who usually practices his newly acquired Kung-Fu techniques on my both legs the moment he sees me, jumps on to me this time and gives a big hug. No no no, it is not me, I am not that charming. It is the coke. Yes, the dude has no manner for his kids either. He does not buy any coke, any sugary soda of any sort for home consumption apparently. However, the kids are allowed to enjoy the heavenly flavors of coke with us whenever they come to our place. And they know that... Three of us get together around the kitchen table, I open a good vintage of Coca Cola Zero, pour a glass for each of us, we savor a southern Sunday morning seeping our heavenly cokes... And that coke, folks, tastes like a 1990 Hermitage to me.
many, many great posts. but this is the best post ever.
ReplyDeletethanks! happy to hear that.
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