I had an embarrassingly large meal at the Brat Stop (where two insane people are the proprietors), but it helped me to continue to observe and photograph the event without having to worry about the drunken staggering factor.
Drinking this wine and imagining oysters made me think of a Hemingway quote from A Moveable Feast: As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture…
When we last went to the Zin Fest in 2010 (has it been that long?!?) we never expected to be interviewed by the local paper!
We met several of the Olive Oil producers, and learned how to do an Olive Oil tasting. It’s noisy and sounds pretty disgusting, but boy oh boy! While I’ve always loved Olive Oil, until I learned exactly *why* I love it through proper tasting, I realized that I had been missing out on the full pleasure of the oil.