After my olfactory orgy, i poured Big Bird a glass of the sparkling cider, pretty confident that I was about to blow her mind. She loves her brother's homemade sparkling cider so I was pretty sure this would also impress, and i'd get some brownie points to boot. Well, it did. So much that she ordered me to buy 4 more bottles, called her mom to tell her about it, and asked me if she could blog about it.
So without further adue, I introduce to you a blog about cider, in the words of Big bird. Enjoy!
"In Lieu of Pretentiousness" by Big Bird
"Hey all, it’s me, Big Bird, Bert’s Bed Buddy. So I’m no wine connoisseur and admittedly not well versed in all this but it’s ubiquitous in my life these days. I can’t get up in the morning without having a hang over, tripping over one of Bert’s magnums or having to fight for space in the kitchen with the hundreds of bottles of alcohol from Bert’s collection… but… I’m pretty lucky and pretty spoiled. I already had a Barolo this week (one of my favorites but “it was too young,” and I didn’t like it as well as that Silvio Grasso dude man’s Barolo) plus I had about 4 other bottles but I don’t really remember what they were…
So, I come from the country in Upstate NY. I was raised on goat’s milk, homemade bread, vegetable gardens and orchards was where all our food was produced, eaten in the summer and canned or frozen for the winter, so I’m definitely someone who can appreciate the good that comes from your hands in the dirt and the toil in what I like to call “artistry” of gardening. With the new culinary movement of “back to the land” and in this economic climate not only is it more acceptable and “hip” to be as my parents were/are but I’ll bet the farm it’s going to become part of the norm. Bert’s already churning his own butter, it happens.
Anyways Duche de Longueville Antoinette Dry French Sparkling Cider. You heard it here from the Bird, the connoisseur of the farm, this sparkling cider is amazing. Bert handed me a glass last night and it blew me away. I don’t even know if he told me what he was handing me but my first impression was “this shit is good”. It tasted like something my grandmother would have made. I started feeling my day dream come on and imagined sitting at a picnic table lined with French checkered fabric with the warm wind blowing through my feathers and my family passing the hearty comfort food around while the little birds are singing and the there are no cares in the world. I have no mumbo jumbo talk to discuss this wine with you all other than the aroma was that of rotten fruit but lets be realists here, shouldn’t rotten fruit smell like rotten fruit? However, it wasn’t a particularly bad smell, it was natural. I like natural. And the taste was nothing more than pleasant, simple yet refined and very delicate. I also liked the fact that it’s naturally produced carbonation wasn’t overpowering, sometimes it almost hurts, I’m not yet sure if I like that! Shit, my 87 year old Grandma could drink this for breakfast and frankly, probably should…I looked it up on that google thing and it read that it’s an “artisanal” cider from a 50 year old distillery in Normandy, France. Sweet!
Ok… here’s the kicker... It’s about $10. These are hard times and a penny saved is a penny earned. Not only can I afford to drink this on my budget but Bert might not be embarrassed that I like such a simple thing… It aint bad! Check it!"
Until next time...
-Bert
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