MAGIC OF BORDEAUX: THE NEXT DAY
My grandmother’s friends idea of a gift was a case of Bordeaux.As kids in France, most birthday presents my sister and I received were cases of Bordeaux. After we were of drinking age, my father would uncork a few bottles from our birth year vintage for celebrations. For him, opening a Bordeaux was a ceremony and he was certainly the Master of Ceremony.The ceremony would always be the same. The bottle was picked and opened at least 5 hours before the dinner. My dad would decant and complain it needed oxygen and that it tasted like vinegar. Dinner would come. Foie gras and Sauterne would start the festivities. The Bordeaux would come with the mains – dark poultry and chestnut puree (the seasonal dish in November). By then, after breathing for hours, the Bordeaux would finally give way to its magic. But the real treat would have to wait another day. We would always keep a couple of glasses for the next lunch. The decanter would spend the night on the kitchen countertop. The night rest would bring something special. If you can be patient enough to wait 20 years to drink a Bordeaux, do yourself a favor and try to keep a couple of glasses for one more day.EXPLORE:
Contributor: Jeremie Banet. Jeremie was recently written about in FORTUNE MAGAZINE and Bloomberg for quitting his high-profile financial gig to start a French food truck! To add another layer of color to the story, his grandmother was Odette Kahn ODETTE KAHN.