Excitement and relocation
9 months ago
Miss Ashley Trego's taste by taste adventures through the wild, wonderful and sometimes wooly world of wine, food and...


omantic and amazing to feel the feeling that those people are feeling when they feel like they have met that one person for whom they just know they were made for. Think about it man, this is the person for whom they would die, kill, rape, pillage or even eat bugs! Although I have met some great people in my life so far, I don’t think that I have met this one yet. I say this because I think that this is something that I would recognize without a doubt, right? And so, until this day, I will dream to know what Woody was feeling when he was quoted as saying, “I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.” And of course I will live vicariously through the stories of Coco and Boy, Wyatt Earp and his Josephine, Forrest and Jenny, and Wesley and Buttercup. And so, for all of you out there who hear me loud and clear, please raise your glasses and toast with me - viva l’amore!
What is a girl to do when she finds herself wide awake at 4:53 in the morning? That is indeed the question. Alas I have not been very sleepy lately. It feels to me like there is electricity in the air or something and it simply will not allow my eyes to grow weary. And so here I sit, bright eyed, bushy tailed and with nay a fucking clue as to what I shall do until am able to count sheep once more. Well, one of my all time favorite things to think about at any given moment is beautiful, wonderful, drop dead gorgeous food! When I say food I suppose I mean recipes and ideas mostly, to be more specific. And so, being the middle of summer, with very hot days and no air conditioning, what naturally comes to my mind anyhow is light, fresh and simple foods. Having said that, the following recipe is not completely spot-on but I think you will agree that it’s close enough and that what it lacks in light-ness it more than aptly makes for in de-light-fullness! I can attest to this as my niece Eva and I made these jus
t last week and they were just heavenly. P.S. - Although I wish I could take credit for this one, it is not mine but rather a recipe I found on that wonderful site epicurious.com.
wiches in same manner.
nver, I must kiss its beautiful booty goodbye. This saturday morning I am heading to Paonia, an itsy bitsy, teeny weeny town on the western slope of CO, to chill wit ma mamma for a few until I head for France at August's end. Although it feels kinda strange and a little sad to be leaving the place I have called my home since I was legally old enough to drink, blessed be the day, I have a marvelous sense that I am on the brink of embarking on what could possibly be the greatest adventure of my life thus far. Nonetheless I will miss Miss Denver and my sisters and friends who live here. I will miss the fabulous back to back dining room and amazing food at Frution; the ceaslessly wonderful fare from Mr. Forman and staff at Table 6; everything about Sasa; the food, the patio, the great atmosphere and the people of Domo; drag queen brunch at Bump & Grind; I will miss picknicks at C
heesman Park; the zoo, the baseball games; the Fillmore; and amongst many other things, I will miss the Cowboy Bar (except for the fucker who stole my coat last time I was there). Denver has been a great place to be and so, au revoir et salut my sweet city, I will miss you.
all you sexy bitches.
mile, give me hope, give me hugs, talk the best of shit with me, and take the time to drink and eat good things with me. You are my inspiration and I love you dearly. 

r a bit about her wine, her philosophy (to make artisan wines with both power and elegance that is) and her beliefs about wine. It was then that she said something that really resonated with me. She said very simply that wine means nothing until you drink it. And as I sat there sipping her wine, her gorgeous, elegant and really quite breathtaking wine, I started to think that maybe this tiny footed little vixen of a winemaker was on to something. My previous mind set of oh big deal, California Cabs, was lost in a sea of scintillating, sultry Cabernet sexiness. Somewhere around the second course, once the wine began to warm and do its thing, I finally got up the nerve to do it. I went over to Cathy and I said hey, you've got really small feet and Ive got freakishly large ones, hows about taking your shoe off so I can get a picture of our feet side by side? Now I really wasn't sure if she was going to call security or just turn and run as fast as her tiny feet could carry her for fear I was up to something fishy, but like a real sport she said okay. So we both de-shoed mid-dinner and I had Jeremy take a picture of our feet. I learned my lesson that night that Jeremy can't take pictures because the idea was to show how tiny her feet were by using my boat of a foot as a comparison. You know, like the use of a dollar bill next to a foot print in crime scene investigation, right. But I did get the photo, perhaps not exactly what I was shooting for, but it is pretty cool and I am seriously considering hanging it on the Wall Of Fabulousness in the wine shop right next to the picture of me and my hero Jacque Pepin . Thanks Ca
thy, you're a peach of a person, a great sport and one hell of a good winemaker!