As I kid I was never very good at saving treats. If someone gave me a bag of candy, I would methodically work my way through it until it was gone. Once I’d started, I just couldn’t stop. Holidays were especially torturous.
Some years ago I had a date coming over. I was going to impress her with a fish dish taken from a Raymond Blanc* cookbook (sophisticated indeed!). It offered a wine pairing. A Bourgogne. But wait. What the hell was a Bourgogne? A grape, a place, a winery, a person?