Meat day today. Brent usually does the run to Narbonne and Toulouse. A bit tough to juggle the cow move and meat box packing and cows, so I popped out this time. As I drove out of rainbows towards The Med, the weather improved steadily. I kept adjusting the cabin temperature from keep-me-warm to cool-me-down.
Beef was off quickly after we met, so I headed back to meet another customer in Toulouse. As I was leaving, music blaring, I didn’t hear “Aussie Ken,” our GPS system, to take the exit. I read the signs and had to quickly figure out … do I want to follow the yellow tarmac to The Med or back to rainy country Gers. What would Keanu do?
So hungry, I pulled off at Corbières for a Gourmet Angus burger. It had Angus, it had bacon, it had sauce, it had NO flavor. The sauce carried the meal along. I was so hungry, a cracker would have done.
Home at last. As the veal burger and chop for our taste test were cooking, Champagne man shows up. A present from Brent to me. Speechless. Champagne is very dear to my heart. With all these babies and giving my body up for other’s lives. The only thing I missed was Champagne. I loves me some Champagne. And Champagne man makes the best bubbly I’ve ever had. Amazing. Even better if it’s pink. And it was. I can’t wait to try it on Champagne Saturday. You can’t drink Champagne in farm wear. You must wear something nice ( read clean ) and put a little effort in.