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.
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.