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.
It’s Saturday night, and I’ve spent the last several hours visiting my mother in the hospital (she’s doing fine, by the way. Flirting with the young single male help. She’s 90 and disappointed that they won’t flirt back), and talking to the Wineaux Guy.
The Wineaux Guy and I got to visit Paso Robles several times during the year, and those times were very relaxing for both of us. We didn’t always get to visit friends while we were there, but love the town and it’s a perfect getaway weekend for us. Paso Robles has that old-fashioned small town feel that is balm to a stressed out soul.
This wasn’t a one-time, in-one-sitting tasting. This turned out to be a three-day adventure for him and a nearly identical adventure for me. And most of it’s ’cause we don’t know everything we should know about Mourvèdre. But we do know just enough to be dangerous.