The Morning After

I just left the baby on the couch for a moment to go fix her a bottle. When I returned, she was cooing and smiling, happy as could be, playing with a condom wrapper. So that tells you how our night went.

Last night's meal (maybe the third one I've cooked for Nate in so many years) was flawless. Despite the fact that he called it The Dare Me Not to Fart Meal. A classic cheese fondue accompanied by perfectly roasted Yukon Gold potatoes, wedges of crisp fiji apples and bosc pears, morsels of crusty baguette, and a simple arugula and endive salad with a sprinkling of slivered almonds, julienned apples, and fresh chevre. In non-food writer speak, that translates to: I'm not a seasoned cook, but I can pick out expensive fruit, cut it up, and put it in bowls. Just working with what I got.

I decided to break open one of the many bottles of champagne that line the bottom of our fridge. Like the fabulous overpriced baby outfits you receive as gifts, you save them for special occasions. And save them, and save them, and save them...

I selected a hefty bottle of Veuve, thinking it would be a little more special than whatever else was in there. We popped the cork, toasted to something appropriately romantic and cheesy, and took our first sip at which point Nate's eyes bugged out of his head. He snatched the bottle off the table and stared disbelievingly at the label.
"1989? You opened the '89 Veuve Cliquot?"

"Why, is that bad?"

"It's a $500 bottle of champagne."

We don't know how this fancypants champagne found its way into our relatively modest refrigerator. Our best guess is that someone as clueless about '89 Veuve as I am regifted it to us when we moved into our apartment. No one likes us enough to give us a $500 bottle intentionally. Nate then went to the computer and started googling it -- the only reason I would have allowed a trip to the computer during Valentine's Day dinner --and determined that it was in fact just a $400 bottle of champagne. Which only diminished our enjoyment of it by one-fifth.

He spent the next half hour posing for pictures with the bottle, a series he's entitled "Me and My BFF."


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sounds fabulous. I'm very impressed with the meal - lots of fancy words - ENDIVE - shit, that's a total foodnetwork word.

2/15/06, 7:50 PM  
Blogger Binky said...

My daughter has yet to get ahold of any condom wrappers on account of the fact that the dog always eats them first. All that aside, I think yesterday night was as good a time as any to swig from a $400 bottle of champagne. It rams home the fact that even seemingly minor days are every bit as significant as the last and the next. Makes me want to whip the Moet out of our own fridge. It's only worth a fraction of your good stuff, yet it's sat there through our engagement, marriage, anniversary and birth of our child. What are we waiting for?

2/15/06, 9:45 PM  
Blogger Bridgermama said...

I hope it was the best darn champagne ever! Every Valentine's day with someone you love deserves a million dollar bottle of champagne!

2/15/06, 10:33 PM  
Blogger Mom101 said...

Thanks for responding mamas.
Kristen: I only sound fancy when I write about endive. I'm scared to say it aloud: en-dive? ahn-deev?
Binky: Maybe because we haven't yet gone through an engagement or marriage, we don't know from REALLY special occasions. The silver lining of living in sin?
Bridger: when I sell a screenplay I will buy TWO bottles of million dollar champagne, and you're all invited.

2/16/06, 9:06 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I can't write about condom wrappers at my blog because my mother would need to breathe into a paper bag, but man, I salute you. For writing about them, and for, um, you know. Needing them.

2/19/06, 8:50 PM  
Blogger Mom101 said...

Jenn, at this point I think my mom is aware that I have had-and still do have--sex. She's smart that way. Plus the baby was a pretty solid giveaway.

2/19/06, 9:38 PM  
Blogger stepmom-101 said...

i love this blog aaaand the comments!

2/20/06, 12:17 PM  

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