Most Saturday afternoons I can be found in one of my
favorite wine shops in front of beautiful tables of sommelier-selected wines,
swirling and sipping and ooohing and ahhing and occasionally turning up my
nose. I’m a keen observer of how it’s done and I’ve learned to use descriptors
like: spicy, earthy, notes of citrus, great finish, delicate yet complicated,
and on and on. I nod in agreement with the thin men with neatly trimmed beards and sweater vests who stick their noses fully into the glasses and then talk
knowingly about the region and the grape and the tradition of the grower.
I, however, am a liar and a fraud. I know virtually nothing
about wine. I just like to drink it. Don’t talk to me about pairings. I drink
wine without food most of the time and my tastebuds aren't… I mean my palate isn’t
sophisticated enough to care about whether or not the Zinfandel compliments the
filet mignon. (Who am I kidding? I never have filet mignon.)
I drink wine almost every night. A glass or two. Maybe three
on a weekend. My budget doesn’t really allow for this, but as I’ve said before,
I’d probably go without heat before I go without my evening glass of wine. I
can’t afford $35 bottles of wine. Ever. I know what I’m missing, however,
because I get to taste $35 bottles (and higher sometimes) at the tables on
Saturdays.
Life is about compromise. I know what I like and what I
don’t. I have yet to find anything under $6 that I think doesn’t taste like
Nyquil. There are several wines in the $9-10 range that are perfectly drinkable
everyday wines. I’m not going to pay a lot of attention to them when I’m
drinking them, but they’re not going to make me scrunch my face up every time I
take a sip. When I know I’m going to sit down with someone I love and really
enjoy the wine, I might spend $15 or so on an Oregon Pinot Noir - and I really enjoy it.
When my novel sells a few hundred thousand copies (Stop
laughing. It could happen.) I’ll splurge on $20 bottles of wine. I still won’t
know anything about wine, but I'll still be faking like I do.
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