I really believe that having a Mac and being really good at it is what’s made me smarter. Yes, I know. Arguable.
It's not unusual to do an overnight road trip to a "Wine Country" and back over the course of a weekend. Yes, it's so close that even a tourist to Las Vegas could take a couple of days to visit Wine Country. How great is that?
As well as saving humans from the dangers of water (something that fish, turtles, frogs, bacteria, seals, paramecia, newts, whales, and alligators mate and crap in every day), wine has been an icon of the most civilized countries for millennia.
Unfortunately, that means that sometimes I miss on stocking up on wines that once opened, may not be replaceable. Like this one. Oh well.
Forty-eight Bordeaux Châteaux brought their newly-released 2011 vintage wines, and was I in heaven or what.
Apparently Food Network has enough commas in the paycheck or enough contract lawyers on retainer to make that little annoying trait called self-respect irrelevant.
What that means is that the past few weeks have seen me immersed neck-deep in California wine. Figuratively speaking, of course.
I was thinking - a dangerous thing for sure - and pondering the now storied results of the Judgment of Paris and the thirty-year anniversary rematch.
There was much spitting and dumping which broke my heart. Okay, so I did more dumping since I'm still uncertain about spitting in public. The dribble issue, you see.
I've spent some time reading the varying opinions of winemakers, wine growers, bloggers, columnists, ad nauseum, and finally decided to jump into the fray myself.
Karma's a bitch. But she's only a bitch if you give her reason to be. I think Karma's going to have a great time with these three clowns.
I won't name any names, but I recently spoke with a Master Sommelier whose lip actually curled (!!!) when talking about Paso Robles Cabs. Was that a sneer or what?!?