Dirty Little Secret
Last night, I went to the San Clemente Wine Company. On Fridays, they invite a winery to come in and do a tasting. Last night, it was the Bianchi Winery from Paso Robles. (They have a lovely Pinot Grigio, if you enjoy white wine.)
To add a bit of fun to the tasting, the winery poured the last tasting from a bottle covered with a brown bag and made us guess what kind of wine it was. If we guessed correctly, we received one more tasting of our choice.
Now, if you are like me, this probably doesn’t sound too exciting, because with all the wines out there, how are you really going to guess what kind it is? You can imagine my surprise when my answer, Petite Syrah, was correct. Especially when Husband, the wine aficionado of the two of us, guessed Cabernet Sauvignon. I wanted to gloat. I wanted to jump up and down and scream “I’m Number One.” But the truth is, it was a blind guess, aided by the fact that they offered tiny chocolates with the tasting. I happened to drink a late harvest petite syrah some time ago that tasted awesome with chocolate, and decided it would be a good answer.
So there you have it. I didn’t know at all. But I went ahead and let them think it was my acute tasting ability. A girl’s gotta get her kicks where she can.
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Hey, if you based your guess on something as informed as how it went with chocolate, it sounds like you might have actually known what you were talking about.
Good show!
I think you should be an honourary member of the Niles and Frasier Crane Wine Snob Club.
We were visiting relations last month who were raving about the new batch of wine they’d made (because that’s what you do with the seldom-used bathroom tub in the basement) and then asked if we wanted our with out without ice cubes. Blergh.
When in doubt: WINE.
All that matters is you were RIGHT!
You should totally gloat. After all, who cares if it was a guess?
I wouldn’t have let on either.
Are you kidding me? I now think you are a total genius.
I would have done the same thing. (not to suggest that what *I* would have done — oh, you know what I meant.
I hope.)
either way, congratulations on winning. because that’s what really matters most, here.
*wink*