Last week the Drunk Mama family headed to Palo Alto, CA to escape the brutal Boston winter for a two, TWO week reprieve. How dare they! Yesterday the Mudpie family left for a week, ONE week in Virginia to make up for a missed holiday trip due to a blizzard. How dare they! This means that Wine Among Friends is operating in Boston with Cellar Mouse alone. This is fine, I can handle it. How am I dealing? Well Friday I phoned in a 60 degree day from Mother Nature. Thanks Mama Nature, I needed it. And yesterday I had my own vacation. We will call it a stay-cation. A stay-cation with my new Cellar Man of Mystery. Please no questions. Cellar Man of Mystery has just recently entered the scene. He said on our first date “I like cheap beer, decent wine, and expensive gin.” He had me at decent wine. Decent wine is after all my specialty. Continue reading »
Y’all, January can kiss my ass. Oh yeah, I said it. I use to think that February was my least favorite month but I have changed my mind. January is occupied with reevaluating, getting rid of the junk you accumulated in the end of last year, diets, and COLD freaking SNOWY days. It all makes me want to hibernate. The only cure really is a nice, juicy, chewy, warm glass of red wine. Which wine has been keeping me warm? Well last Saturday the WAF girls split a bottle of Shepherds Ridge Pinot Noir for Mudpie’s birthday (Happy belated birthday Mudpie!). That glass of wine was divine. I also have enjoyed petite sirah as of late. That petite sirah is surprising. I akin it to Memphis BBQ. I personally am a Carolina BBQ girl myself but it would be weird to have a wine remind you of pork and vinegar. Nope, petite sirah is like sticky tangy smoky sweet BBQ. It hugs you.
But of course right when you need wine is right when you are trying to stick to resolutions which include less wine. I think that is why it has been a little radio silent around here. We are all trying to steer clear of the calorie – laden wine. Boo. No worries though, it just makes us appreciate the fewer sips we do drink. We have joined Menotomy’s Wine Club and can’t wait for our first installment next week. We will be saving our fewer sips for whichever wine Dan will have in store for us.
I will leave you with Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings who have been helping me with my winter blahs. I love this song and can’t stop listening to it:
“Jumping, laughing, smiling, having fun.”
I keep picking up these tidbits of information in which I typically respond “I had no idea”. I thought I should share them here after all that is what this blog is about: our journey of discovering wine. Perhaps “what I learned this week” will become a weekly post. But no promises.
While reading my monthly Food and Wine I learned that petite sirah is not a syrah. I know, gasp. Petite Sirah is a common reference to the Durif grapes. Durif grapes originated as a cross of Syrah pollen germinating a Peloursin plant. More wikipedia:
“Petite Sirah is sometimes mistakenly spelled “Petite Syrah,” which has historically referred to a small berried clone of the Syrah grape by Rhône growers. In California, immigrant vine growers introduced Syrah in 1878 and used the phrase “Petite Syrah” to refer to the lower yields that the vines then were producing in California. Actual Petite Sirah (Durif) was then introduced in 1884.“
Stayed tuned to next week when I am sure to tell you all about what I learned about champagne (and The French Revolution) from reading this novel: