Our wine cellar is looking a little bare these days. I think we’re down to a Sangiovese, a Zin, and a couple of bottles of Zinfandel Port. We didn’t have time to taste much wine during our vacation this year – I think we only stopped at two wineries altogether.
We have very vague plans to visit the wine country of Washington, down in the Yakima Valleyandthereabouts. Nothing firmed up, as we have several other trips we’d like to make just as much as that one. Of course, there aresomewineries within a fairly short drive of Science Manor. And therein lies the problem – driving. I know you’re supposed to spit when tasting, and not to actually swallow everything you’re offered. Otherwise you end up looped, with your critical facilities sliding down an increasingly generous slope. Intellectually, I know this. Spiritually, though, the practice seems sinful. Spitting out perfectly good wine just feels wrong, on a very deep level. I suppose it’s something I’m going to have to work on.
There’s a possibility I may be spending some time down in California over the next couple of months. If so, it would be on family business, with very little time to devote to the pursuit of fermented grape. Still, I suppose I might be able to squeeze a few bottles of knownfavorites into my luggage. We’ll just have to wait and see what happens.