Dinner was due,
So into the kitchen I went.
“What shall we have tonight?” I thought,
I know, we shall have risotto,
I will do a beef and mushroom one.
So all the ingredients were found,
Prepared,
All was nearly ready.
Some wine was needed,
The most important of ingredients,
As I never use water
Where wine will do.
So I go to the cellar,
(What a laugh, the cellar,
It is a rack in the garage!).
That will be the one,
One of my favourite Riojas.
So I take it back to the kitchen,
Open it,
Let it breathe.
Of course I need to taste it,
To see if it is good enough,
Good enough to cook with.
I put my nose to the glass
And smell this delightful smell,
The glass goes to my lips
And I trickle some of the nectar,
Trickle it into my mouth.
I am blown away!
It is wonderful!
I take a few sips,
And start to cook.
The ingredients are cooking,
So I add some of the wine,
This ravishing Rioja.
The smell rises from the pot,
I know this will be special,
This combination of Italy and Spain
Will be wondrous,
And it was,
As the clean plates showed,
And as the empty bottle showed.
A wonderful meal,
For my lover,
And for me.