What’s not to like? Post Ranch Inn’s Wine and Food Event

On Saturday afternoon, our daughter Maya and her boyfriend joined us for an afternoon at Post Ranch in Big Sur, for part of the Big Sur weekend wine and food extravaganza.  What makes this event different from other wine and food events is that you can sip wine, eat and then work some of it off walking from one station to the next on the Post Ranch’s spacious 100-acre grounds.  Guests wander the ranch’s picturesque paths while visiting seven stations in which there are at least four boutique wineries pouring their finest wines paired with a  delicious assortment of small plates prepared by the executive chef of Post Ranch’s Sierra Mar restaurant. Although the day had started out as a harbinger of drizzle and fog, the weather forecasters were proved wrong (again). The sun came out as we drove through the gatehouse and we were not disappointed! With map in hand, the four of us enjoyed a beautiful day of eating and drinking.  At the first station, we were treated to both French and local California wines.  One of our favorites was the Adelaida white (Version 2008), a combination of Rousanne and Grenache, which we happily sipped along with nibbling on mushroom crostini, fresh sardines topped with an herbal breadcrumb topping, and two types of cured, smoked salmon.  And that was just station number one!

Along the way, approximately 200 guests were scattered around the tables so  we never felt as if we were in a crowd.  It was so refreshing, compared with other wine and food festivals, to walk around the grounds, including a sustainable vegetable garden and beautiful sculpture, as we worked up an appetite and metabolized the alcohol (or hoped we did).  The eclectic range of wines from less well-known vineyards, some of which were poured by the winemakers themselves, was truly superb as well as very personal. Wine professionals, including importers and distributors, were on hand to discuss their favorites so for us it was a mini-seminar on wine and pairings.  This was our second year attending this event, and we were so happy that some of the vintners remembered us from last year (the inaugural event).  We think we will make this an annual celebration!

There were orange wines as well as rose cavas, including one we had first tasted in Spain three weeks ago:  Raventos i Blanc.  Sparkling and delicious!  We had the cava at station number seven, the last station,  on the crest of the hill –a 1200-foot cliff– on the patio of the Sierra Mar restaurant, overlooking the ocean with its panoramic views, next to the infinity pool. With our cava paired with raw oysters on the half shell, a buffet of pates (which I never wanted to stop eating) and platters of chocolate truffles and other scrumptious morsels of dessert, we all waddled down the hill to our car, content and waiting to return next year for more!

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  1. I am really sorry I missed this event but I will be sure to watch for it next year. Don’t forget to post a reminder BEFOREhand.

    What a delicious day.

    1. It is a fun event, and different because of the hiking from station to station. If you decide to go next November, let us know!

Lacerated Tongue–In the ER on Halloween

Last night during a delicious dinner made by my husband, Doug, amateur chef extraordinaire, I bit down hard into my Thai pork basil curry with yams, zucchini, and eggplant and hit the calloused divot on my tongue, which I have clamped on before.  That’s what  happens when I eat and talk at the same time—my two favorite activities. No doubt about that!

The blood spurted out.  Very scary to say the least.  The tongue is very “vascular”, meaning that it is filled with capillaries ready to gush out blood at the least provocation.  My mouth filled.  Rushing to the bathroom mirror, I gasped to see not only the blood but a flap, a u-shaped, in the center of my tongue,  now lacerated so deeply that it was loose.  What Doug reported was an avulsion—no, not revulsion—a severe laceration of the tongue that is not quite completely ripped off.  Not quite.  The wonders of Internet research!

Two hours later, the ice cubes in my mouth were covered with blood, the large sized Ziplok baggie was filled with blood-drenched paper towels, and the blood had not decreased at all.  So, I knew I couldn’t sleep that night without reassurance from someone with medical experience.

On Halloween night no less, at 11:15 p.m., we were in the ER room with about ten other people—no one in costume–waiting for medical attention.  Not so bad, I thought.  Wrong.  Even though I had reported nonstop bleeding and the tongue flap, the others in the waiting room had certainly more serious emergencies:  a man with severe gout and pain in a wheel chair, several 20-something males with slashes on their upper thighs.  Ask me how I know?  One of the less shy guys with low-slung jeans, pulled them down and scrunched up his boxers to show the slashes to his girlfriend.  I winced, and swallowed the blood down my throat.

Around 1:00 a.m. the triage nurse called me in, kindly swabbed the tongue and gave me a box of gauze pads to exert strong pressure on my tongue.  Then, I was instructed to go back and sit down in the waiting room.  By 2:30 a.m. there were a lot more young men with a few female supporters (companions?) waiting.  One had fainted.  Another had severe trauma to his head.  His friend seemed very calm.  Asked me if I had that day’s Monterey Herald (I was reading the Wall Street Journal), because he wanted to see an article about himself working at the Fish Hopper restaurant.

At almost 4:00 a.m. I was too wiped out to stay.  My medical emergency didn’t seem so bad now.  The bleeding had stopped, but my tongue was so swollen my mouth wouldn’t close.  We left, explaining to the triage nurse we  understood the circumstances.

Walking out the exit door, it looked like a gathering place of young people loitering in front of a Seven-Eleven.  With police standing next to their cars.  I refused to jump to conclusions about what happened to the young men inside.  I just knew we all had wounds.

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  1. I very much enjoyed your story.
    I like your writing style; it is captivating, entertaining and well written.
    I felt for your unhealed wound.
    I look forward to more “unhealed wound” stories and hopefully healed ones too.
    xoxo
    Evelyn

  2. I can hear your voice as I read your written word…sorry about the tongue, been there too…
    Well, congratulations on the new Blog, I look forward to more of your writing!

  3. good descriptive writings, but what was your take on
    our medical delivery services…spending 4 hours in the ER
    bleeding as you describe sounds serious…
    Eugene
    PS…
    The ER blog I found more interesting…