“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.
This was 2009 or 2010. Ingrid took this picture of us in the foyer. You can see the front door behind us looking out into the front yard.
Late last night as I was hauling the recycling bins out to the curb, I couldn’t help but think of all the great times those empty wine bottles represented. The star of the recycling bin had to be the Stags’ Leap 2008 Petite Sirah which we had for Judy’s birthday.
Last year I was in Sonoma with friends Lois Cadwallader and Nancy Meserve. Along with visiting wineries (how could we not?) We visited Muir Woods. nancy chose
… almost nothing. It’s just that I actually have some knowledge about both those things. I worked for Phyllis for two years back in the 70s when she was in her heyday. I also happen to have taken several courses on wine and am diligent about doing my homework. You betcha! So we can talk about Phyllis and we can talk about Zinfandel. We can talk about travel (how about a trip to Paso Robles wine country?) and about taping television shows. Oh .. and what DO Phyllis and wine have in common? Just this: Phyllis drank gin with champagne. A bartender in Toronto dubbed that drink a Killer Diller. Let’s talk about wine and let’s talk about Phyllis!