Unique White

November 8th, 2013


I bought this wine, a Drew Family Cellars Albarino (white varietal), “taste untasted” on the recommendation of a vintner from another winery.  You can only buy it at the Drew Family tasting room, and apparently they never have it open for tasting.  No need, explained this vintner, because people flock to buy it.  I was initially hesitant.  A bottle was twenty-five bucks–not quite in my  “What the hell?  I’ll give it a shot” range.

Well, boy, am I glad I gave it a shot!  I almost cried when we finished the bottle.  As someone who is immediately drawn to the “Unique whites” section on any wine menu, I found this wine more than fit the bill in my constant quest for great tasting, drinkable whites that are anything but Chardonnay.  What made it so good?  Well, it’s a lighter style wine but still has a depth and complexity to it, without the hint of bitterness I sometimes detect in lighter whites that strive to go beyond Chenin Blanc-ness.  More floral than a Sauvignon Blanc (my first anything-but-Chard love), more robust than a Pinot Grigio…. so hard to describe without a glass of it in my hand!

And, aye, there is the the rub!  How do I get more of it in my hot little (well, actually rather large) hands??  A trip to the Anderson Valley where the Drew tasting room is located isn’t totally out of the question, but it’s a bit of a stretch.  And you can’t just call and order it.  The winery calls this gem “our little secret” and literally only sells it on site at the tasting room and only at certain times of the year.  I may have to practice that hideously adult thing called “delayed gratification” and wait until next summer, when we will inevitably make a pilgrimage that direction.  Until then I will just have to console myself with a little Champagne and my continued search for the next amazing unique white.  Have a unique white of your own to share?  Let me know!


August 21st, 2013

Oh, ok. Alright.  So I haven’t written a post in, like, forever.  So sue me.  (Don’t you love people who use defensive language and posturing to cover up overwhelming feelings of guilt and inadequacy?)

I have reasons.  I have excuses.  Most of them valid.  Really.

There was the small matter of a part-time job I started in ’09.  And the not-so-small matter of the voluminous amounts of volunteer work I dove into for Babyzilla’s school.  The volunteer work felt like a full-time job and made my part-time job seem like volunteer work.  Somehow in all of that I managed to do some good and make some money.

What is the picture like in my mad, mad whirl now?  Much the same.  Same kid, same house, same husband. Babyzilla is now eight years old and, for all intents and purposes, has shed his green skin.  He still breathes fire once in a while.  Hubby still wears glasses and still does mysterious things with power tools.  Sadly, The Laziest Dog On the Planet passed away in 2011.  (May he be resting on the fluffiest bed in the sky.)  His successor is a little Dachshund mix who’s almost as lazy but not nearly as smart.  What he lacks in intelligence, he makes up for in waggly-tailed optimism (except for when he gets that huffy, “something smells bad” look on his face).

So, now that Babyzilla is older and not nearly as incendiary, what will I write about in lieu of kvetching about parenthood?  Ok, that was a joke.  THERE’S ALWAYS ROOM FOR KVETCHING ABOUT PARENTHOOD!

I have upped my game in the cooking/baking arena the past few years, so perhaps there will be more posts with cakes and other delectables.  Maybe a few more poems?  And wine recs.  Always the wine recs!  (Nope, the boozing hasn’t changed either, except maybe with even more of a veer toward quality over quantity…. Most of the time, anyway!)

This is cool.  This is ‘Phoenix rising from the ashes’ type stuff.  Viva la Resurrection!

And it’s good for you too!*

September 16th, 2008

My buddy Kris (aka Kristin –-I guess I really DO have a thing for Kristins/ens!) stopping by this humble blog reminded me that she had previously requested wine recommendations. Never the one to disappoint, I offer the following:

Sauvignon Blanc is my favored white wine,
A delicious drink that’s mighty fine.

Specifically, I like Reserve Brancott.
I like, I like Brancott a lot!

It’s fruity and dry, with a bit of flint,
And floral overtone, there’s just a hint.

A mid-priced wine that hits the spot,
Go and get ya some yummy Brancott!

*This statement has not been approved by the FDA… But what do they know?

Professional Wino

August 1st, 2008

At my suggestion, our little clan (Laziest Dog On the Planet included) took a nice camping trip last weekend. I felt it would do us all good to get away, breathe some fresh air, eat chili dogs, and lie in the dirt. Plus camping is one of Hubby’s favorite activities, so being the thoughtful, selfless wife that I am, I insisted we go, willing to endure being eaten alive by mosquitoes for his happiness.

Actually, that’s a bunch of crap. It was just an excuse to get us up there so I could participate in a wine tasting competition at Greenwood Ridge Vineyards, a mere six miles from the campground! How convenient!

I figured I had as good a chance as anybody at winning a wine tasting contest. After all, I’ve been a Professional Wino for years. The winery had the competition divided into three levels: Novice, Amateur, and Professional. ‘Professional’ in this case meant those who actually work in the wine industry, not those that support it single-handedly, so I entered myself at the ‘Amateur’ level. I even called the winery just to clarify the difference between ‘Novice’ and ‘Amateur’, and the nice lady I spoke to explained that ‘Novice’ was supposed to be for those who generally weren’t very familiar with wine at all. I’m so familiar with wine, I don’t even mind walking around naked in front of it. Amateur all the way, baybee!

I arrived at the competition, scoped out the crowd, and felt a little nervous but sure I could at least give these people a run for their money. I even allowed my thoughts to stray momentarily to the “winner” fantasy, the Oscar moment where I stand at the podium, clutching my golden wine bottle trophy: “I’d like to thank Beverages & More and The Bottle Barn……”

Then the other competitors started talking about the hint of cedar you get in this wine that you don’t get in that, the purple color of one varietal in comparison to the really purple color of another varietal, the subtle differences between wine barrels made with 100-year-old oak cut down by French unicorns during a full moon as opposed to 101-year-old oak cut down by the Keebler elves at precisely 06:57 GMT on the third Saturday of any month starting with the letter ‘J’. I’ve always gone by the more pedestrian, “Yep, that tastes like a Cab,” and “Yeah, that tastes like a Chardonnay.”

Needless to say, I got my friggin’ ass kicked on the first round. Out of eight varietals (Cabernet, Syrah, Sauvignon Blanc, etc.), I got one right. ONE. On the last two, there was the opportunity to guess the year, region, and winery as well. I didn’t bother to check, but I’m sure I wasn’t even close. The other tasters assured me that this was a particularly difficult round. As it turns out, they had all done this a gazillion times before. Regardless, I hung my head in slightly-buzzed shame. My Big Adventure In Winoland was over.

Then, a miracle happened. The wine gods smiled down upon the gustatorially impaired (i.e., the guy running the competition decided to go easy on losers like me), and I was advanced to the next round! I still had a chance at delivering my carefully prepared winner’s speech! The golden wine bottle would be mine, all mine!!

Actually, I went into the second round thinking, ok, I know I ain’t gonna win, but I’ll just have fun with it. I had gotten to know some of my competitors, and those people knew how to have a good time. (What Professional Wino doesn’t?) Well, I don’t know if it was those couple of glasses of wine I had during the break that, in my professional opinion, were essential for keeping myself primed for tasting, or if I just got lucky, but somehow I managed to guess six out of eight varietals! This round also had the option of guessing the year, region, and winery for every wine, and I got two of the years and one region. I had been redeemed! I was back, in all my alcohol-infused glory! Of course I didn’t win, but I was able to claim a rightful place among my fellow tasters. Once again, I could proudly hold my head high and declare, “Step back, everyone. I am a Professional Wino.

Step back, everyone…..