Several people asked if I went wine tasting when I was in Brazil on vacation. The answer is, unfortunately, no. My friend Jean, with whom we were staying, had come across a Groupon for a wine tasting. (Jean loves Groupons and finds the most intriguing things to do such as the boat tour of the harbor at Rio de Janeiro. A huge harbor!) Unfortunately, it was for the very night we were leaving to go home. However, we did have some Brazilian wine and although it was perfectly fine, it wasn’t any different from what one would pick up in a supermarket back in Las Vegas. In fact, we’d picked it up in a supermarket in Rio de Janeiro. Chile, of course, is a famous wine producing region of South America and Argentina makes great Malbec — and at very good prices. Brazil also produces wine and Urugray does, too. But when one thinks… Read More »
It just doesn’t seem possible … last year at this time I was looking forward to Phyllis Diller’s annual Dustbiter’s reunion. The first one she had was on her birthday, July 17, but she quickly realized that everyone was showing up with presents which had not been her intent, so she changed the reunion, decreeing it would always be on the third Sunday in August. In 2012, that was August 19. As it turned out, I was on vacation in mid-August. I’d gone with my friend, Lois, to the country home of her brother & sister-in-law in rural Washington. I would get back to Las Vegas just in time to fly down to L.A. for the weekend. There was so much to do in Washington — golfing, hiking, river rafting, wine tasting and shopping in the quaint town of Winthrop — that checking my e-mails went by the wayside. It wasn’t until two days before we… Read More »
“How can you make a blanket statement like that?” My friend Sharon, who didn’t drink at all, was irritated. I had just told her I did not like French wines, nor any European wine for that matter. Sharon and I grew up in the 50s and wine was definitely for Special Occasions. I remember my parents having a bottle of champagne on their anniversary one year, but there was no wine in the house. Ever. In those days, wine equaled France and about all that anyone knew was that it was imported and it was expensive. Now, some 50 years later, I had just completed the third of my university level wine classes and was pretty darn full of myself. I must say I sort of enjoyed her shocked reaction and was dying to flaunt my expertise. However, in my own defense, I must say that another 6 years after that… Read More »
“How can you make a blanket statement like that?” My friend Sharon was not a wine drinker, in fact not a drinker at all, but she was incensed that I should dismiss French wines as the standard by which all others should be measured.