Is it Safe?
I look forward to my early evenings immensely at the moment mainly for one brief thirty minute offering, 'Master Chef Goes Large'.
I know, you are probably thinking that I am a sad individual, but despite not being a fan of the current quality and diversity of terrestrial TV, this series has really captured my imagination and improved the impenetrable winter evenings. It makes the old style Grossman effort look dated and frankly amateur.
Recently one of the six contestants produced a mouth watering rich pudding, which would probably rival Anthony Worrall Thompson's recent 'sweet pie' (containing five Snickers bars) on the body disrespect scale. My first reaction was 'which wine would be best with this pudding ?'I am a great fan of dessert wines, ever since my father introduced me to Muscat de Rivesaltes in France at a very young age when our family was still acting out the yet to be released 'National Lampoon's European Vacation' (I guess that makes me 'Rusty'). In my 'moderately' more mature years I have also discovered Vino Santo, while in Italy, which is a lovely dark sweet wine good with biscotti (dunked).
This Italian sweet talk has made me think of my dentist appointment next week. Never an enjoyable experience. We have problems finding dentists in the country, whereas the Italians have a plethora of dentists, it just happens that alot of them are 'fake' unqualified dentists, as many as 15,000 out of 50,000. But at least you can get treatment in Italy for a pudding and sweet wine fetish, fake or not. Even in the relatively charlatan free dentist arena in this country, whenever I finally settle into the 'musical' dentist's chair my palms become damp as I think of the film 'Marathon Man', and the eternal question drill bearing Laurence Olivier asks Dustin Hoffman... 'Is it safe?'
I know, you are probably thinking that I am a sad individual, but despite not being a fan of the current quality and diversity of terrestrial TV, this series has really captured my imagination and improved the impenetrable winter evenings. It makes the old style Grossman effort look dated and frankly amateur.
Recently one of the six contestants produced a mouth watering rich pudding, which would probably rival Anthony Worrall Thompson's recent 'sweet pie' (containing five Snickers bars) on the body disrespect scale. My first reaction was 'which wine would be best with this pudding ?'I am a great fan of dessert wines, ever since my father introduced me to Muscat de Rivesaltes in France at a very young age when our family was still acting out the yet to be released 'National Lampoon's European Vacation' (I guess that makes me 'Rusty'). In my 'moderately' more mature years I have also discovered Vino Santo, while in Italy, which is a lovely dark sweet wine good with biscotti (dunked).
This Italian sweet talk has made me think of my dentist appointment next week. Never an enjoyable experience. We have problems finding dentists in the country, whereas the Italians have a plethora of dentists, it just happens that alot of them are 'fake' unqualified dentists, as many as 15,000 out of 50,000. But at least you can get treatment in Italy for a pudding and sweet wine fetish, fake or not. Even in the relatively charlatan free dentist arena in this country, whenever I finally settle into the 'musical' dentist's chair my palms become damp as I think of the film 'Marathon Man', and the eternal question drill bearing Laurence Olivier asks Dustin Hoffman... 'Is it safe?'
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