A Week of Kuidaore
I don’t usually overindulge. Not even during Christmas. As a confirmed foodie and pleaser, the holidays are usually more of a distraction from eating in order to overindulge family and friends with food. Don’t get me wrong, I can pack it away, but not usually to excess. Except February. My birthday week (consciously or otherwise) always seems to be a beautiful, mind-boggling exercise in kuidaore (kwee-dah-oh-ray), meaning:
to ruin oneself by extravagance in food; to lavish ones money on culinary delights; to bankrupt oneself with food to the extent of passing out.”
The week began with wild mushroom and chevre pizza paired with Chianti Classico Reserva; then Champagne Henriot Blanc de Blancs accompanied both oysters and sushi; directly followed by grilled ribeye and truffled mushrooms with Chateau Patache d’Aux Bordeaux - and that was just the first two days. The luxuriance continued mid-week with pasta and grilled vegetables in coq au vin sauce (I had one precious cup of it, just begging to be released from the confinements of the freezer, how could I resist?) slurped up with another lovely little Bordeaux. It should have ended there, but no – the remaining Bordeaux was polished off later that night with Parmesan popcorn and a healthy portion of Fran’s salted caramel chocolates (my valentine shamelessly absconded from next week, shhhh). Then, oh yes, sinful, hand-rolled lasagna Bolognese alla Janet Hedstrom, coconut cake and toasted almonds in a warm puddle of dark chocolate sauce (the birthday cake every year, pictured above), more popcorn with Chateau Ste. Michelle’s 2004 Artist Series Meritage (ooooh, gorgeous right now), and last but not least, my husband’s box of Fran’s chocolate truffles (unbeknownst to him, his now unrequited valentine treat). I haven’t passed out, but the week ain’t over yet.
How about you? Tell me about your kuidaore? (If you need to use a pseudonym, I completely understand — I’m not exactly proud to admit to the previous paragraph.)