May as well kick off this one. After all I have an hour’s advantage. The let’s have a dry day resolution lasted at least 4 hours but when contemplating lunch of leftovers soup (whizzed up leek and chestnut gratin, a potato, onion and some stock plus a dash of sweet chilli sauce), left over entrées, and some rustled up salad, there seemed a gaping no-wine hole to fill.
Cue this travel souvenir - a Bastardo (aka Trousseau) rosé from the Algarve - already chilled just enough in its under-stair cupboard lair - which added a nice brambly creamy bitter jazz to the meal; rendering it complete.