It’s Monday, February 18 and it’s National Drink Wine Day. Why can’t every week start off like this? Come on people…blow off the office, pack off the kiddies to playgroup (it’s also Presidents Day…they drink, too…they kind of have to don’t you think) and dust off your opener of choice. It’s time to lubricate!
I know, I know. You see me as more of a martini girl. It’s true I cleave to the gin and the vodka. But sometimes only a glass fine wine can mellow out the soul of this blogging gypsy girl.
However. I only drink reds. I had a bad experience once with white wine. The Mister poured me a chablis or a chardonnay…I don’t remember the vintage or brand. I took a sip, swirled it around my mouth, swallowed and said,
“You paid how much for this?”
He said it was one of the more expensive whites and that what I had just swallowed would pay for a week in rehab.
I said I’d rather have the rehab.
I don’t like white wine and I’ve tried them all. The Mister made me. He’s actually poured me samples and held the glass to my mouth…threatening to pinch my nose to make me swallow. To me it all tasted like unsweetened fruit juice.
“Do you get that hint of granny smith apple?”
“How about the faint hint of pear?”
“Now. Take a sip of this and tell me if you discern the undercurrent of fresh vanilla bean?”
“Oh, yeah…are you making me a fruit loaf? You know I hate fruit loaf so why you’re making me drink something that tastes like fruit loaf…”
For me, white wine is too damn crisp and refreshing. It tastes “healthy.” I prefer my salad in a bowl…not in a glass.
As some of you know, we have a big trip planned this spring. We are heading to Italy for 10 weeks with a possible week tacked on the end to visit Paris. We’ve watched our pennies and decided to blow some of our when-we-are-decrepid savings on an extended holiday.
The Mister keeps showing me pictures on the Internet of wines he wants me to try. He smiles while he does but there’s a hint of condensation in that smile.
So, I’m counting on you to give me some pointers in fine white wine appreciation. I figure I can stomach whatever swill he forces to pass between my lips but I have to be able to “talk the talk” of a knowledgable vino-ette.
What I’d like you to do is give me your list of favorite white wines along with the proper words to describe them. The more esoteric the better. I want to drink this man under the table (so to speak) with my perfect grasp of the grape.
So, va bene! Go forth and uncork then (once you’re sober) get back to me in the comment section below. Grazie!