Contrary to popular belief, blogging is hard work and requires a lot of (wo)man power. Whether its colour correcting images, trying to work out why your website is running slow (seriously though, let me know if you’ve been having problems) or even sitting down to write a post it can take anywhere between 5-6 hours before I press ‘publish’. The work doesn’t stop there, there’s also promoting your post via social media and finally summing it all up in a newsletter at the end of the month. Phew.
This isn’t a rant by any means and although I’m questioned frequently as to how I find the time, I do because I love it and I’ve never classed it as ‘work’. Recently, I’ve been struggling. My full-time job can get stressful and sometimes I’m just having way too much time enjoying life away from a screen.
What I’m trying to say is, my blog has been on the back-burner and I’ve started suffering from writer’s block. Frustrating to say the least… So when Gary mentioned a wine tasting evening and supper with Loire Valley Wines, what better way to re-ignite my love for blogging?
When I think about wine-tasting, I imagine myself in the Italian summer sun, prancing about in a dress with no shoes on, sipping on a few too many glasses before collapsing in the vineyard with a huge grin on my face. So with my invitation of the Italian dream lost in the post, wine tasting in London was an acceptable alternative with the destination of choice New Street Wine Shop.
Now I’ve never ‘officially’ been wine tasting so when I’m surrounded by spectacular bottles of wine and spit buckets carefully nestled in-between, it confuses me. My first reaction was:
I’m from the North, we don’t waste wine
Actually, that was my only thought and it didn’t change. I guess I just prefer to swallow (keep your mind out of the gutter)…
Once happily tipsy we were escorted off the premises to a new venue; New Street Grill where we were about to be treated to a three course meal.
Starting off with something a little light I opted for the smoked salmon mousse, arriving with the Melba toast shaped as wings. A little too hungry I lapped up the soft, creamy mousse before it had any chance of flying away. In my merry state, it was a highly likely occurence.
They say that a way to a man’s heart is by serving him a perfectly cooked steak. Whoever said that clearly has never met me; I love a good piece of meat (seriously, keep out of the gutter). I wasn’t the only one as most of our table ordered the same.
It was beautifully cooked; pink, tender and with a large bulb of confit garlic alongside – it was heaven. I have no idea why I haven’t had steak in so long but I missed it. The béarnaise was also pretty darn good.
So after dousing myself in wine of all kinds, rose, white, red and of course sparkling and then chomping on a 300g piece of meat, my dessert of Cambridge cream arrived and when it landed I almost fainted. I don’t have a small stomach by any means and I almost always finish everything in front of me, but God I was full. Pictures can tell a thousand lies but this wasn’t a small, I assure you. Since I couldn’t finish the thing, I’m a little resentful that I was beaten by a pud.
I had a great time seeing a few familiar faces whilst also meeting many new people and generally having a chuckle. I returned back to my flat with a large grin on my face murmuring “life is good”, whilst picturing falling asleep in the vineyard. So maybe my passion hasn’t disappeared completely. How could it, when all I ever want in life is good food and wine all topped with great company.