a matter of taste

last night I cooked myself dinner and dessert and even tried a french Chardonnay. I was impressed with the wine and dessert but dinner just wasn’t to my taste. Oh I cooked it perfectly but I found it too heavy for my palate. Like my choices in decorating, spirituality, clothes, shoes and wine, I prefer the food I eat to be pure, simple and basic.

I’ve always had a crush on Australian chef Bill Granger. His food uses a lot of fruits (especially citrus) and vegetables and he mixes just enough flavours to make the meal interesting without making it “muddy”. I also like the Barefoot Contessa because her food is also kept unfussy and minimal (although I don’t make too many of her recipes causes she uses a lot, and I mean a lot, of butter and cream). I also really like Jamie Oliver but don’t really try any of his recipes because they’re much too much.

I like earthy breads, dark chocolate, light to medium red wines, blush wines, citrus fruits, creme brulee, mousse, coconut, rice, chicken and some beef dishes. What I don’t really enjoy is heavy pastas, icing, cakes and cookies or really heavy dark wines. If my palate were a season it would be Spring :)

I was thinking about this because in a roundabout way it reflects a the very Air side of my personality which is very dominate when it comes to aesthetics. Everything from my clothing to the way I decorate is as simple as possible. I least I try. I found I get pissy up at camp when I’m forced to wear 4 layers of clothing just to keep warm. It makes it hard to do anything and I have to constantly get dressed and undressed. I wish someone would make a fabric that was lightweight but could withstand extremely cold temperatures. I doubt it though but it’s a nice thought.

Maybe I’m just grumbling because I headed back up to camp today which means getting dressed up in all those layers again for another 10 days. Next days off is a long weekend for me so I’m definitely headed for Medicine Hat. I hear it’s a lot warmer and a lot drier than the rest of the province. Now that I can handle.

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