“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 »
Europe vs. the Americas
“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.
Phyllis Diller and me in front of her “Spotlight” picture.
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
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.
Tree with moss in Sonoma, California
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
