I am beyond unsophisticated when it comes to social drinks.
I don't do coffee. An ex-boyfriend tried to make me like it many years back by forcing espressos loaded with sugar down my throat. He thought if he did this enough, I would learn to tolerate it. He also thought he'd stomp on my foot one time to prove that my toe wasn't broken - part of his 'Learn to Tolerate Domestic Violence' campaign, I suppose. Very innovative diagnostic skills for a med student...He was a dick.
And ever since the 1st time i got drunk on Stronbow's and $2 champagne at the after-party for Chess the musical in year 10, and woke up covered head-to-toe in vomit (of which i couldn't be sure was mine or a collaborative effort) I can't face beer, wine or champagne. They all taste the same. Although, dessert wine is different. I can inhale the stuff. It tastes more like Ribena than alcohol.
Last night, we got back into our Nordic cooking with Jane Lawson's 'Veal Cutlets with Wheat Beer Sauce and Vegetable Strudel'. The strudel was impeccable thanks to Don's superior puff pastry handling skills (under Jess's watchful eye) and although I did neglect to season the vegetables during the process (small oversight), we resolved the issue during post production. The combination of Hoegaarden, raisins and honey in the sauce was so phenomenal that I didn't even get one flashback of the spew chunks lodged between my way too shameless adolescent cleavage 15 years ago.
If fancy juniper berries, beetroot and caraway seeds, you should really get your hands on this book.
