Aged dandelion wine and fresh mozzarella cheese! How do those
fit together?
Earlier this spring as a neighbor and I sat at the table
drinking tea and taking note of this year’s first dandelion bloom, the
discussion turned to the topic of dandelion wine. My neighbor apparently had a
passing acquaintance with dandelion wine in years past, but never had the
opportunity to imbibe. Always one to want to help out a friend, I noted that my
Mom had, at times, a representative sample of dandelion wine in her cellar
tucked in someplace near the pickled beets. I figured there might well be some
left knowing how guardedly such wine would be dispensed on the occasion of a
special holiday dinner. I came up with the idea that I would ask my Mom for a
sample, so that I could offer my neighbor a taste; he could then delete one
more thing from his bucket list.
Mom came through and readily supplied me with a tasting carafe
of dandelion wine—a 12 ounce jelly jar full to the shoulder and appropriately
labeled with masking tape.
Last evening was the special event. The neighbor and his
wife joined my wife and me for the First Annual Memorial Day Weekend Wine ‘n’
Cheese Celebration.
Earlier in the week, as I pulled together plans for the
Friday evening portion of this weekend’s extravaganza, I struggled with a menu.
I needed something to accompany, to augment, to contribute to the ambiance of
the event. I settled on a cheese, fruit, and cracker plate. The struggle
continued as to the selection of cheese. With the choices available at a local
grocery store, I settled on soft mozzarella. I had one prior experience with
fresh mozzarella several years ago in the Twin Cities at a combined Father’s
Day and Wife/Mother’s birthday celebration. (I think my memory serves me right
on that.) Fresh mozzarella was served as an appetizer with fresh tomato wedges,
olive oil, and crusty bread. There were fond memories of that event, so I
gambled on being able to bring some fondness to this event. Soft mozzarella
might just be the proper vehicle.
Fresh mozzarella proved to be an excellent choice to
accompany dandelion wine, whole wheat snack crackers, and fruit. The latter was
an apple preserve that I found (read: impulse purchase) at the local Pamida,
which is in the process of changing over to a downsized Shopko, so all of their
current merchandise is discounted.
This morning I am still heady with the success with which I
pulled off last evening’s inaugural event of the 2012 summer season’s first
holiday weekend. I am sure it will only build as the day proceeds. This
morning’s event is a breakfast of oatmeal with raisins and brown sugar.
Following that, the remainder of the weekend is unscripted.
By the way, there was no wine left when we called it an evening. Do you think Mom will think we were indiscreet in that we drank it all in one sitting?