Last week we had our first snow days. It was gorgeous and freezing and fun. At the end of the day I opened up a nice bottle of wine from our cellar and sat by a roaring fire with my drink and a book. It was cozy and indulgent and I enjoyed a good half an hour just savoring the moments. No big deal except I have trouble opening a nice bottle of wine just for me to have a glass or two.
I have a Coravin and Wine Squirrel and there are ample ways to save the extra. I'm a little lazy about using them though--yes I know how easy they are to use. I don't drink wine as often anymore, so when I do use them, the excess kind of hangs over my psyche, waiting to be drunk. There's this perceived value of the bottle in my head and the desire not to waste it. We have an interesting cellar and the wine is all paid for. Why I shouldn't I enjoy a glass if I want to? It's an interesting question and I decided that I would enjoy it without guilt, even if I ended up using part of the bottle to make an extraordinary meal. Somehow the act of giving myself permission to enjoy it, even if I couldn't finish it, made a huge difference in my brain. As long as I truly enjoy the experience the wine is never wasted.
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