Greetings, Drucklings. I’m still feeling a little hot and bothered from reading awesome pal Arianna’s Imbiber article on Pouilly–Fumé from the La Moynerie estate in the Loire Valley. Here, an excerpt:
“rock hard to soft and creamy. The French offer something for everyone…”
And she’s just talking about cheese. Wait ’til you read about the kissing. There’s also the saucy accompanying photo:
You might remember Arianna from such gems as my Bottle Rocket post. She writes a wineblog, grapesmart.net, that saves you cash-money by giving you insider tips on good lower-priced bottles. Ones that won’t make your host/ess think you just bought the first bottle you saw under $10 at the 7-11 on your way to the party. (Not that I would know anything about that.)
Last night, we watched the Bachelor, and drank an Australian sparkling Shiraz called ‘The Chook.’ (Chook means chicken to folks down undah.) I liked it, but I like things that are sweet and sparkly. Like me! Ha.
Why do I love wine labels? It’s like judging a football team by the cuteness of their uniforms. (With the Saints firm, muscular behinds encased in shimmering golden goodness, my theory finally came to fruition.)
Anyway, if you’re going to watch the heaving, simpering, warm and tender truckload of cow-manure that is The Bachelor, it certainly helps to have friends in all the wine places. And that’s all I have to say about that.