Allô, allô, Bonjour! Voilà, a brand new Slurp with more news about the 2014 wine harvest and leaked footage from the upcoming installment of Gort à la Carte. |
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Vintage 2014 |
Happy winemaker faces all around the Bordeaux region this year. 'C'est un bonne année!' is what we keep hearing around us, 'this has been the best harvest in four years!' |
Alien matter threatens wine castle |
Alarm! A blob of indeterminate alien protoplasm has landed in our vineyards and is gathering round to invade our castle! |
Well, actually it is not that bad, it's only 'Lie': after the grapes have been picked, they are transferred in their entirety to stainless steel tanks, without being pressed first. |
In six weeks time the grape juice becomes wine, which is then siphoned into 'barriques', oak barrels. |
The exanimate grape skins stay behind in the tanks. |
Wine giant Régis rakes all the skins from the cuves and it is only then, long after the harvest is finished, that the well-worn trademark of wine picking comes onto the scene: the wine press. |
The skins are the biggest supplier of tannins, which are needed to add strength and longevity to the wine. However, if we were to squeeze them too rigorously, this acrid substance would dominate the flavour. |
In spite of this meticulous treatment, the Vin de Presse is still very high in tannins, therefore we keep it separately from the main body of wine. |
When, after a week or two all the grape skins have been squeezed, the press is cleaned and sent back into hibernation until harvest 2015. |
But where do those squeezed out skins go then? Cliquez ici for the answer. |
'The secret of the Croissant' |
My ultimate breakfast consists of a newspaper, a cup of coffee, a crispy croissant and a sunny outdoor table. |
One day our local boulangerie for example has beautiful curvaceous crescent moons on offer, while that same baker the very next day shoves a baking tray full of dead straight white doughbombs into the display case. |
Just a few examples |
The weak willed grease ball croissant |
The uninspired wet rag croissant |
The ostentatious look-at-me croissant |
The bashful Napoleon-complex croissant |
The shapeless who-am-I croissant |
The lardy I'm-gonna-clog-up-your-arteries-croissant |
The creepy I-am-going-to-eat-YOU!-croissant |
The charred you-really-shouldn't-eat-me-croissant |
The fearful I-am-not-really-a-croissant-croissant |
The straightlaced barren-box-croissant |
The unimaginative, conventional I've-got-no-knob-croissant |
The glib, look-at-me-with-my-knob-croissant |
All in all a bite-sized topic for an episode of Gort à la Carte. |
In the Méhari we inspected the breadbasket of France, La Normandie. |
We enjoyed the croissants made by a lady baker who was so contagiously cheerful that we hung around her for a week. |
We personally analyzed the salt content of the grass for the Beurre d'Isigny, a special butter that gets it salty flavour because the cows eat grass that is swept by the sea breeze. |
Eventually Cristophe Cressent, the best baker in the country, teaches our winegrower how to bake the perfect croissant. |
After which the first ever winemaker-baked croissants are revealed to the general public! |
You can find Château la Tulipe de la Garde Bordeaux Superieur exclusively at Sainsbury's supermarkets. |
Allez, wholeharted Sante! |
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