It's one of the worst sounds in the world - the soft little 'pffft' that happens when you open a dud bottle of champagne. And that's what I heard on Saturday, when I opened one of the bottles from my case of Maison Lenique.
It was so sad. We had planned a nice meal, my husband having cooked an amazing lemon and caper chicken, to celebrate both a change in job for me and the fact that our 17-year-old cat has lived for a month despite the 'days-to-weeks' diagnosis provided by the vet. But there it was, flat champagne, tasting of vinegar. It's only happened to me once before, years ago, and it was no less disappointing then.
So, we ate without bubbles, and threw another bottle of the Maison Lenique in the fridge. We opened it on Sunday with a resounding 'POP' - and drank it while we watched a Sarah Silverman DVD. It would have been fantastic with the chicken, but we enjoyed it with a laugh instead.
Post-script: My husband used part of the dud bottle of Maison Lenique a couple of weeks later to make the most fantastic champagne risotto. While it's not how I thought we would enjoy it, enjoy it we nonetheless did!
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