Foret Saison - Con Pasta? Dios Mios!

I really wish I could somehow pull off the inverted question marks and exclamation points in that heading - I can’t. The ha-ha hilarious Spanish-tinged headline is a result of my fiance, who’s a Spanish teacher and currently pacing back and forth behind me working through her quiz for manana. Yup.

Anyway, we just finished dinner. She had a plate of… well, I’d rather not describe the plate, but suffice it to say she’s going to get fitted for wedding dresses this weekend and so she’s following some diet for women going to get fitted for wedding dresses (ridiculous, says me, seeing as to how she’s in ten-million-times better shape than anyone I know, but I’ve learned not to argue on the point). Me? Having a strange desire to actually taste my food, I cooked up the only dish I’m capable of not screwing up. I had pasta with red sauce.

The problem being: before I decided on pasta (or my limited abilities decided for me), I had uncorked a bottle of Foret Saison. No implicit problem with the Foret. Actually, it’s pretty cool. A wholly organic ale out of Belgium by the co. that gives us Saison Dupont, it’s a fairly crisp farmhouse ale with everything you could want out of the style. The thing is… well, I’d rather have it with a nice sharp cheese or something along those lines.

But I guess that’s just convention talking. Because as it played out, the Foret was AMAZING with the pasta. I don’t know, it might have been a situational thing, a perfect storm of awesomeness (dig the irony there): a beautiful night, my beautiful fiance, a home-cooked meal (!)… but the crisp citrus slipped in under the pasta sauce and somehow seemed to hit the noodles first. It transformed every bite into an experience that felt like molding a clay pot… the food on my tongue was this wild mush of complex flavors that built to a different shape on my tongue with every bite.

Again, maybe it was just situational. Maybe tomorrow, the same pairing would taste terrible. But it just goes to show you… trust your own pallete more than any book or piece of “sage” advice. Por supuesto! (sorry…) (that means “of course”, by the way, which makes no sense there)

dJp

Tags: Belgian, Farmhouse, Foret, Saison
Category: The Beer Blog