Today is Sunday. I really want to write this, and Deb deserves so much more. This is just a remembrance of Deb and how she thought about food. In that thought it does show what sort of person she was.
We had broken for lunch on a bottling day and as things generally went the conversation turned to wine and food. Deb was catering a wine dinner later that week. She said that she had found (by trial and error I suspect) a salad dressing that did not clash with wine. She was most enthused with that, then she asked me if she should be so excited about a minor part of the meal. I said yes, of course, and told here that I had generally put more effort into main courses and felt that I should put more effort into the supporting parts of a meal. She was happy with my response and her orange juice/balsamic vinegar dressing.
You can see that she cared about it all.
We had broken for lunch on a bottling day and as things generally went the conversation turned to wine and food. Deb was catering a wine dinner later that week. She said that she had found (by trial and error I suspect) a salad dressing that did not clash with wine. She was most enthused with that, then she asked me if she should be so excited about a minor part of the meal. I said yes, of course, and told here that I had generally put more effort into main courses and felt that I should put more effort into the supporting parts of a meal. She was happy with my response and her orange juice/balsamic vinegar dressing.
You can see that she cared about it all.
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