And Then, Suddenly, Everything Makes Sense

What did it take me, I dunno, maybe six hours? To make a classic French onion soup...

For me one of the things about French onion soup, is that if a thousand good cooks make it, no two would be exactly the same.

That is, if we are talking good cooks, here. Anyone can make something that is not good... And in that latter all persons rank the same: they are all doing something equally bad!

The great classic - French onion soup

Good French onion soup is of course, simply fantastic.

But then today, all of a sudden and as if almost out of thin air, something else - and Bill, we haven't even opened the good wine you brought over(!) - something else occurred that came out of a bottle of Barrossa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon.

Suddenly everything made sense.

Everything about the whole entire Universe, made sense.

I mean you can talk all you like about Quantum Physics, or the empirical value of science; but you see, everyone who drinks wine as a knowing individual, knows that there is no such thing as a permanently repeatable experience of a particular bottle, or a particular wine - there is just that one you are immediately experiencing.

And so, we know that as we sense what is in the big glass before us, as we sense that what is going to come is something quote exceptional, we also know in the back of our minds that it may not necessarily last, or ever be experienced in quite the same way ever again. The soup is wonderful, the wine is not beautiful but it is powerful, and it is magical - it starts doing impossible things. All those things we easily accuse the expert tasters of imagining, are starting to happen for us too - the odd things that are not supposed to be there: varnish, sealing wax, tomato, Levantine leather, cedar filings, books of lost and forgotten lore, celery seeds, dark plums and other mysterious fruits, the smell of the inside of a new Aston Martin, sugar, molasses, all that kind of lunatic nonsense. It's all there, in the bottle, now in the glass, now approaching under your nose, now touching your tongue and the back of your mouth.

It isn't a strong wine, it doesn't feel as if it will bang you in the head, and the oak is there but it is so safe and relaxed. 

And it conveys to you a secret and hidden meaning within our world that few ever get hold of in their life - suddenly, in a twinkling it shows you how everything makes sense, and it does... ...make sense.

...Now here is a piece of music that there are few women on the planet capable of allowing themselves to be seduced by: