My friend Lindu’s father-in-law is a grateful man.
His son Jeff might have trouble agreeing with this statement as it applies to fine wines.
Jeff excels at anything he gives his attention to and several years ago he added wine scholar to his impressive repertoire. He is as generous with sharing his knowledge as he is with using the cork screw and I’ve been an eager student on many occasions.
Last summer before enjoying a grillful of steaks and “mama du’s” famous parmesan roasted potatoes, Jeff’s dad gave thanks for the food and the blessing of family and friends who were present at his Brainerd Lakes cabin. Jeff opened and poured a special wine he selected, explaining its distinctive features. We adults toasted and sipped.
“Goes down good,” the head of the table announced.
When his father’s glass was dry, Jeff jumped up to retrieve a vintage that had been breathing a good two days on the red formica counter in the sweltering cabin kitchen.
Goes down good? Smoking Loon for you!
He drank it cheerfully with gratitude and equal praise. Yes, he is a grateful man.