In My Fridge March 7, 2008
Is a chilled bottle of champagne sharing a shelf with 24 cans of Miller Lite and some retired milk.
It came “highly recommended”. Like almost every bottle of wine always seems to.
This champagne? It’s made with the same grapes used to produce Cristal, the wine guy at Pastoral sluiced. A French producer who only releases limited batches from this particular vineyard. A must try. It accompanies everything from goat cheese to fried chicken!
The shit about Cristal? Could mean less to me. I’m sure it’ll impress most. But the bit concerning fried chicken? Is what sold me.
Because Hi. I’m Damsel, and I’m a Fried Chickenoholic.
(You: Hi, Damsel.)
We bought the bottle last week. And we remembered to pick up the KFC before we got home. But then we passed out asleep after we attacked the bucket.
So now this bottle of bubbles has been sitting in the fridge - intact - for far too long. As have its shelfmates.
(Not that I’m too concerned about the milk.)
That busy my short term life has been.
But all that changes this weekend. The instant I escape this office and arrive home.
I’m fucking ready to play.
Keep that champagne chilled, I will be there in like an hour, ok? Awesome.
Have a great weekend!!
haha, me too! I want to come play!
Have a great weekend - def sounds like you deserve it!
dude - doesn’t sound like you to let all that booze just sit in your fridge untouched =) have fun.
i’m guessing you could give a shit about that spent milk,hahaha
hell yes, i feel the same way.
have a kick ass weekend.
There needs to be a holiday around champagne and fried chicken. This will work.
You see, the thing is, all champagne is made of the same grapes, it is what makes it champagne. Merlot is make of merlot grapes, champagne is made of champagne grapes.
Ashley - Yes! Come over! I will keep the champagne forever chilled for you.
J - Aw. Thanks. You should come play too!
KiKi - You called it. Remembering that bottle of champagne this afternoon - I think - saved me. Have a great weekend! And milk? Yeah. No thanks. But I hear it’s great for hangovers? To kill the acidity or something. I’m like a survivorwoman for boozing situations. Everything can be made useful.
Katelin - You too, honeypie!
Jack - Well, you did it. Yup. That’s right. Proved that you’re pretty much the smartest person around these parts. A holiday based on champagne and fried chicken? Holy heavens, that sounds like nirvana.
hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.
but no sangria?
Love the term “short term life” … like short term memory, right?
hope you get a break this weekend =)
I’m anxious for a long and dirty post by you. Well, not dirty like dirty sex. Just gritty and awesome.
(i shouldn’t write comments when i’m buzzed. duly noted.)
I have a bottle of champagne I got for my 21st birthday ahem-years ago. It’s never been out of it’s little box thing.
Just by SAYING fried chicken I am now craving that shit like CRAZY. I mean. Seriously. I want some for breakfast. Rightnow.
Fun! Have an extra glass for me!
I have 2 bottles of champagne sitting in my office that I need to bring home and drink. I keep saying I’m going to save them for a special occasion…but I think coming home from work is special enough, right?
Oh and Pastoral? I just went in there a week or so ago….v. cute place in an unexpected location.
Funny thing about wine…i’ve tried quite a few different kinds, even as expensive ass bottle my flks bought me back from Napa Valley. But the BEST wine I’ve ever had, and by far my favorite…
I was in Target one night, depressed, passed the wine aisle and said “sure, why not?” I spent 8.97 on a bottle of Red Guitar. The first mouthful tastes roughly like Nyquil spiked with Penzoil. But once you get that sip down, it’s amazing. So fuck expensive wine. I have no qualms with bying mine from Target now.
Your life sounds like mine.
Except for fried chicken. Because one of my first jobs was at KFC and now fried chicken creeps me out.
no one deserves to get drunk more than You, dearest damsel.
but no one should be getting drunk WITHOUT me.
Among my talents, I make a mean fried chicken that happens to complement a certain bubbly…and also Miller High Life.
I can never take anyone’s wine recommendations seriously. Who cares about the grapes! Does it go with Velveeta or NOT?
I believe we may be kindred spirits.
I can’t wait to hear about your weekend! If it involved goat cheese and/or fried chicken, I’m sure it was pretty fucking awesome.
My weekend? has been illness-filled. Just like my week. I’m so man down I haven’t even been online in like 3 days.
Call me. I miss you. And my sick voice is pretty sexy… haha
24 cans of Miller Lite? That sounds like my fridge from college. Minus the champagne.
im just proud of you for drinking low carb miller light.
How amazing is it that you bought champagne to accompany KFC? That’s just awesome.
Wooo hooo! Hope you had fun fun fun!!!
i was so confused for a second when you mentioned pastoral bc when i lived there the only one that existed was the one up the street from my place. and i know you don’t live in LP. apparently they’re now open in the loop, which makes geographical sense. anyway, i hope you had a fantastic weekend.
I don’t know whether I was more excited about the alcohol or fried chicken. But given I’m drunk for the 12th day in a row I guess it’s alcohol!
i hope you played as hard as you have been working lately!
funny, my weekend festivities also included chicken and liquor.
great minds…
p.s. i hope you are still in the mood to play. i tagged you to do a simple meme. check it out on my blog under the post titled “my dinner with…”
you. me. buckets of fried chicken. endless bottles of champagna.
that date? needs to happen at some point in the near future, bloggy crush. yes? ok good.
xo, b
Please share. Hell, I need it.
so…how was your weekend?
methinks your weekend was so good you are still recovering and have yet to post about it? hope that bottle of champagne is gone!
Is “retired” code for “sour and chunky” when it comes to the milk? Or is that just me revealing too much about my own failure to clean out my fridge on a regular basis?
Hope the weekened was amazing. Champagne….yummm. With fried chicken?? Um, yeah, probably amazing. Sooo how was it?
Damsel, can I please come to chicago so we can drink bottles of champagne and eat buckets of fried chicken together and dance the night away?! OH and then I’ll bake some shit, since I’m good at that.
Oh my god. Seriously. I am drinking SO MUCH this weekend. That isn’t a promise, that’s a goddamn guarantee. (There’s a difference, right? I’m too tired to remember.)
That sounds like heaven.
Good to know you bought the chicken from KFC this time instead of almost burning down your apartment! PS, dd you end up eating the chicken you made that day anyway?
a wine that can be (and is suggested to be!), paired with KFC?… sounds like a winner to me.