The best wine is the one you like.
Over the years, I’ve recorded my favourites:
a casta franco verense…
a chianti colli sensei 2011 borgo montanto…
a sparkling moscato.
These do sound good don’t they?
Add a little French or Italian and VOILA, it must be good.
But I can’t seem to replicate the experience, because I’m simply not in that territory again, and sometimes because I had an expensive wine that I don’t want to buy twice.
Much like travelling, I like sampling from unexplored wine terroir.
Wine sampling dinners, or flights of wine, are informative for the pallet. When they bring that yam braised in anise, cinnamon, veggie and chicken stock, baked with thyme, what should I drink? I’m thinking something white, right? A glass of Cedar Hills Pinot Blanc? No worries, they’ll decide for you. But what if I order the lamb, then what? Then must I drink a glass of las acequias 2010 Mendoza malbec? Yes, yes you should!
Perhaps my sign is not what I drink, but how much to drink.
When we celebrated our September anniversary early in our marriage (and early in my wine drinking days), I was brought seven, yes SEVEN, glasses of wine to accompany seven courses. Curiously I wasn’t full after this fine dining experience (despite our wallets being empty). But I do remember needing the washroom, intensely.
“Then go to the bathroom,” my husband chided.
“But I can’t,” I confessed.
“Why not?” he asked.
“Cause I can’t stand up”. And I had long since excused half of glass three, and glasses four through seven, much to the mockery of our sommelier.
Just a week ago, I claimed there are few wines under fifteen bucks that are enjoyable, but I purchased a ten dollar bottle for the express purpose of mixing a sangria, and discovered I liked the Pinot Grigio all on its own, a pleasant lunch wine. A pinot grigio, not bubbly, but still with that sweet prosecco allure. And again, I told you I’d prefer not to buy wines with clever marketing labels — it was labeled “Flip Flop”, the font inside an actual flip flop graphic. The purchasers of said wine are obviously bringing it to the beach. Ha ha! And I did bring it to the beach. Illegal as it is in my country, I enjoyed the last swig or two in leisure as my hubby and I watched the kids splash in their floaties.
“They say” you should choose your favourite stand alone wines mixed into sangria, or when dazzling your beef chunks for a frenchy Beef Bourguignon. But for us regular people, we try to decrease the cost to our wallet as we attempt to satisfy our taste buds. In my experience, though, “they” are right — choose your favourites, then mix. You’ll be most pleased.
Only five occasions are necessary for a bottle of beer:
You could try to pair a glass of wine at any of these occasions (except the Heineken factory — not gonna happen). But why would you try? Corona takes the edge off the spicy hit of masalas and jalapenos.
And the fifth reason to drink a bottle of beer — because they don’t have wine!