As my dearest friend Joe says, White Wine is for old people and children. I know I act like a child from time to time and I know there have been times when I've been SHOCK (a papa John word) to see myself in the mirror, but you won't catch me (or Joe) drinking white wine as a habit.
I actually asked the Chef if it would help if I added sugar to my wine. He didn't really think people did that. I would consider it if I lived in the Loire Valley region of France. I would also consider sobriety. With white wine the color ranges between Straw to Gold. As it matures it gets darker. The stuff we drank today started out like a Marilyn Monroe platinum and ended in a Paris Hilton blond. One non-existant and the other wacked out. I got confused in my tasting and realized at one point I was drinking my spitoon wine! I figured it out since it was more filtered and thusly, tasted better. blech. My classmates got a laugh.
I hope tomorrow we get in our Short Yellow Bus and head to a warmer region of France for some good Reds. The Redder the Better. At least this class is teaching me the regions to avoid like the Black Plague if I ever set foot in France again.
But, I live to suffer through another day of wine tasting. Oh yeah, we also take a business management class in the mornings too. Wine class is just more fun to talk about. Until tomorrow. Happy Cinco De Mayo mi compadres!
3 comments:
Just got home from margarita ville..
Ah, nothin' like a good on the rocks quervo gold margarita...
Wine.. I'm with you the redder the bedder... forget the white stuff...
sissies...
oops! Can I edit? Make that 'the better'! Tee Hee!
That would be one powerful Margarita!
This is a great post! I leared a lot.
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