If you read my blog, you know I’m “into” food.
And, on Sundays, it’s a special time during which the pace slows down just a little bit, and we make the time to sit together as a family. On Sunday afternoons, you’ll find me cooking something for dinner.
And, lest you think I’ve got it all figured out, I don’t. Before Kepha, at my previous job, I came home for dinner during the work week only twice over nine years!
If the Patriots or Red Sox are on, I’m streaming those games and episodically getting up to tend to a roast, grill or braise. It’s what I do. I’m also now doing laundry on Sundays, to help out more, as I watch the games.
I open a nice bottle of wine for dinner. Tonight’s selection, which was a gift, is from Italy and is at the top of this post.
The wine doesn’t need to be expensive and often isn’t. That’s a cool part about wine: there’s usually no correlation between price point and quality.
In the dot-com boom of the late 1990s, as a plebe at a venture capital firm, I picked up a few dollars. I decided to bite the bullet and put in a wine room in our basement. I installed the wine racks to save money, and it’s been a great treat. I periodically buy some cases of wine and store them below.
I just now was down there, perusing the bottles and picking one out for dinner. I’ve got some wine there, which I’m reserving for my children’s college graduations or wedding celebrations. I’ve wine from around the globe, and it’s fun to open one up and have a taste of Napa, Sonoma, Spain, Italy or France.
I like to learn new things, and it’s fun to learn about wine. It really isn’t that complicated, in that I just go with what I like. I don’t really care about “what’s hot.”
On Sundays, I also put out wine glasses for our children. They get sparkling apple cider with dinner. It’s a family tradition and a true treat for them. They say it’s really important for families to sit down together for a meal.
If I didn’t like cooking, I hope I’d still set up a Sunday meal. Buy a roast chicken at the grocery store and mashed potatoes at the hot bar. Pick up some salad-in-a-bag, which I think is one of the best recent inventions, social media aside. Hit the “packy” and ask the folks there for a recommendation.
It’s Sunday evening now. It’s been a good day. It’s time to eat!