Pomelo Sauvignon Blanc, 2004 $9.99 Bi-Rite, San Francisco

Start the day before. A perfect day takes a little, but not too much, prep.

Find a special dinner companion.

Have a couple of crabs, cracked and cleaned and chilled.

Steam a few artichokes.

Cut up some organic lemons.

Melt butter.

Nibble on some mixed olives.

Get smoked trout or salmon, creme fraiche or sour cream, and Mary’s Gone Organic Crackers, (Pepper style). Have lactaid on hand if you need it. Make canapés and eat them.

Nibble on your lovely dinner companion.

Bring over a bottle of Pomelo Sauvignon Blanc that you got from Bi-Rite — or this link.

Bring flowers to remind you what a beautiful place the world is.

The Sauv has a screw top, which is the new black in wine sellerland. I have to say that I’m not enchanted with the screw top, unless I’m going to go sit on a blanket in the park and I want a bottle of wine at the last minute and no, thanks, I really don’t need another wine tool. I think I have one for every drawer in my kitchen. Because everyone pulls open the wrong drawers. So the screw top, it has its place. That place is at Stern Grove, Dolores Park, the Bluegrass festival, but not, generally, my dinner table. It doesn’t offend me, but more happens with the wine when its corked.

Anyway. The wine. It’s clear and bright and crisp and acidic. It’s dry, dry dry. It almost tastes like a Pomelo, conveniently enough. Citrusy, indeed. It’s pretty damn goodas it asserts itself. Ido highly recommend it for rainy March Wednesdays as the crab season is just starting to wind down and you’ve put in way too much butter and way too much garlic you’re eating the aforementioned canapés. It goes ever so well with them.

It keeps your palate clean.

It’s mighty good.

Eat and drink and giggle and talk and smile until the table and yourselves are covered with crab and artichoke detritus and crumpled napkins and the last dregs of the Sauvignon Blanc are wending their way down your throat. Sip on some port and lay your head down and be ready to fall asleep from pure pleasure.

Wake to bright sun, bright like that Sauvignon Blanc.

The rest you should be able to figure out on your own. It’s my recipe for your perfect day.