A glass of wine at the end of the day is like a cup of coffee at the beginning of it: I look forward to it.
Coffee represents “beginning,” “energy” and “get to work” to me. I enjoy the feel of a hot cup in my hand in the morning, the smell of the coffee as I sip.
Wine means “work is done,” “time to relax” and “savor your dinner.” I linger over a glass of vino in ways I cannot do with a cup of coffee.
While I may be a coffee snob (beans must be fresh ground, preferably from Costa Rica and please, in the name of all that is tasteful, Folgers belongs in a can — a trash can), I prefer my wine to be cheap and domestic. Please pass the California wines — mass-produced and plentiful and oftentimes sealed with a screw-top.
My Beloved and I tried an Italian Barolo on New Year’s Eve. At $40 a bottle, it was an expensive splurge for the two of us, who enjoy finding good $3 bottles at Costco (seriously, we have found wine we like very much for $3 a bottle!). The Barolo was not worth it — I could have had four decent California reds at that price (though I don’t think I would have been greeting the new year until Jan. 2 if I had consumed two bottles).
Zinfandel is too sweet, and I do not like oaky Chardonnays. The tannins in Cabernet Sauvignon are not my … um … cup of tea, but I rarely meet a Riesling, a Chianti or a Shiraz I don’t like.
It’s time to unwind. Time for a glass of wine. Tonight, it will be a Shiraz from a vineyard named Origin. This time, it’s not domestic — it’s from southeastern Australia — but it cost $3.96 a bottle at Jewel. Oh, yeah!
What are you toasting with?