As you all know, we three are no experts in wine
education. We just have a love of
enjoying it with dinner and friends and learning all about it. So the other day
I was thinking back about my wine journey and how my taste has evolved through
the years. My kids say I am a wine snob
now. I disagree, I am just a little
pickier because I know what I like J.
Growing up in a small south Texas farming community, the
choice of beverage was usually Miller Light and Crown Royal. Therefore, not much wine was consumed except
for on Sunday’s for communion (and we know that was top notch). As I grew older, we ventured into Boone’s Farm
and then on to white zinfandels. It
wasn’t until I started dating my now husband that he steered me toward drier
reds such as Merlot. That was my wine of
choice until about 10 years ago when we moved closer to the west coast and
visited Napa and really expanded my love for all varietals of wine, both red
and white (all dry, of course).
So this past holiday when we flew back to Texas to spend
Christmas with my family, we thought we’d pick up some wine on the way “home”
from the airport. Getting out of the
city my dad mentioned a liquor store we could stop by and pick up a couple of
bottles. It was off the direct path, but
that was okay. After an hour and a half
drive, we stopped at Mary’s Liquor Store.
As we walked to the “wine section” I started to cringe. “Where’s the good stuff” I thought to
myself. Yes the wine snob in me was
rearing its ugly head. So my husband and
I found a couple of drinkable wines and set them down next to my dad’s Crown
Royal which he sweetly paid for and we all headed to the house.
That evening I was ready for a glass, so my mom pulled out
her Waterford crystal wine glasses. Wow,
were they small. So if you fill the
glass as you “should” which is only to the widest part of the glass (so you can
swirl it and let it breathe) you only have about 2 ounces! I think my mom would faint if she saw the
size of our glasses in our home (and no they aren’t as big as Jules’s glass on
Cougar Town). The other annoyance was
the cut crystal pattern-you couldn’t see the “legs” of the wine. After a couple refills, she made the comment
“how many glasses are you going to have?”
Well, I wanted to say in a slurred tone “seventy-two” as said by Richie
Cunningham on an old episode of Happy Days, but I didn’t. Really, at two ounces per fill, I refilled
quite a few times. (Note to self: give
mom wine glasses for Christmas next year.)
So maybe I have become I wine snob, but we had a wonderful
time with family and friends and you can’t take that away from me. Cheers!
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