The House Wine

I was told by my grandfather to marry someone of my culture, “so you won’t fight during war or at the dinner table.” But do as others do and not as they say, and I am now marrying into a new culture, adding to my three. Amsterdam has over 189 nationalities in fewer than 1 million people, free to be who we are. The recipes for the Cooking Studio find me in the streets, and they build on my friends, travels, and imagination. They’ve been tested and trusted to create a variety of global recipes. 

I wanted to tell you about a great cocktail recipe I was testing out in the spirit of being a good party guest, a pursuit I find especially valid in this moment of life, especially as we get older and real fun is too far and in between. (Right?) But I miscalculated how much effort can actually goes into putting effort of details and was about to spiral into a whole energy waste of being let down by my failure, when I considered that the cocktail was centered around ume wine, a plum wine from Japan/Korea, which I drank whenever I ate ramen, on the rocks or straight, no matter. The height of sophistication at a table for one.

The saying in Italy goes that a true gentleman can be seen only in how he eats alone in his home. That is to say that how we behave when no one is watching is the person we truly are. And yet, isn’t the perception of ourselves by others also crucial to defining ourselves? I’m going off-tangent, I know, but the birds are singing and the sun is back, and I’m remembering the scent of plums and the sweetness of its ice cold wine.

How do I not make it sound like an advertisement when I say to go to the Asian supermarket nearest to you, pick up a bottle of plum wine (umeshu) and drink it in the sun? That’s all.

 

 

 

 

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