This past weekend will most definitely go down in my Idle Moments Book. It started off on Saturday with a 75th birthday celebration for a very dapper gentleman I know. The plan was to celebrate in style at Cavallo point, just off the Golden Gate Bridge, looking towards San Francisco, with the Headlands and Marin at our back. This is exactly what we did. And then some.
photo courtesy of Cavallo Point
Cavallo point is gorgeous. Actually breathtaking. We went for a 10 mile hike up the closest mountain hill and all we could talk about was how lucky we were to live in the Bay. The views were amazing, the smells were sweet and rich, and then we got lost. Somehow we ended up in the backwaters of Sausalito. Next step was to play what house would you own if you had a few million to spare. We somehow made it back to Cavallo point (it wasn’t that far off as it turns out) and realized that we didn’t need an extra few million to feel like ballers. We had a couple of bottles of Idle wine waiting for us back at our “weekend home” instead.
Just to set the scene a bit, “magic hour” was descending upon us. Dusk was here. My absolute favorite time of the day to drink; life is sexier at that hour. The Golden Gate Bridge was doing its thing as the fog started rolling in. The oak trees around us started getting nice and spooky. We pulled out a chilled bottle of 2009 Chardonnay and toasted to our perfect moment.
Maybe it was the combination of our great/exhausting/weird hike, the views and the bright notes of the Chardonnay but we all were instantly ready for the rest of the night to begin. The mix of fruit and slight spice of our wine was reminding us that summer was almost to a close and that fall would soon be here and more importantly that we rang the bell in right for our now 75 year old friend. He couldn’t have been happier. Friends and wine are their own reason to celebrate. So that’s what we did for the rest of the night and on through the weekend…
We got home Sunday night, invited some friends for a roast chicken rubbed down with duck fat and fennel pollen, and opened a bottle of 2009 Grenache. There is nothing more summery than fennel pollen and it still felt like summer in the East Bay, so voila! The warm spices of the Grenache were awesome with our roast meat and the dinner lasted until the wee hours of the night. Once again, all was well in the world. You get somewhere nice, or make a nice meal, and when the work is done, idle time.