See? I'm not timely. [Alternate Title] The journey begins.


A month has passed. Though this blog has sat stagnant, my life and my wine journey has not. I've settled into my new place in Plymouth and am eyeball-deep in various forms of education. The MBA is progressing, I just passed my Life Insurance exam and am now merging onto the Series 6/63 interstate, and we are approx. 45% of the way through conversion at my place of employment.

Time to drink finds its way into my schedule. Writing about it is another story.

My first wine purchases of this great adventure were made at the most elegant liquor shop in the world: Walmart. This is what I bought.

For those of you who aren't alcoholics and know every bottle of wine by sight, I'll explain a bit about these wines now. The first wine is a 2008 White Zinfandel that is part of the Beringer California Collection. I bought this wine because I've never tried a wine that color that I did not like. I thought it would be a good place to start. Beringer is based in the Napa Valley and has been around since 1876. Their site is pretty informative, albeit a bit hoity toity. Check it out.

The second wine is a 2010 bottle of Oak Leaf Shiraz. This bottle cost me $2.97 and was worth every penny. I enjoyed the entire bottle myself last night, and it made for a very pleasant floaty evening full of Facebook and Law & Order SVU. The company's site is down right now, but they are sold almost exclusively at WalMart and provide four wines currently - one for each season. Who knew? I thought only beer was seasonal, while wine was categorized by food pairings. This is why we're here folks.

The last bottle is a Lucky Duck Shiraz from 2009. I wasn't able to find a website for them just now, but will dig deeper when I "feature" this one. I do know it hales from Southeast Australia. The package says "Lucky You" - we shall see.

I tried the Beringer with my friend Lynn about three weeks ago. We are so not classy. For one, we could not figure out how to maneuver the de-corker. Is that even called a decorker? This is the site I went to to figure it out...afterwards. This is how it turned out for us.

We just kept pushing the screw into the cork. The concept of turning the screw completely flew over our heads. Maybe we thought you screwed afterwards? Ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you: always screw first.


At least the cork remained in tact while it took a nice swim in the wine. I haven't drank a lot of wine, but I don't think it's a good thing for it to be chewy.


I really enjoyed this wine, while Lynn gave it an "Okay". We didn't eat anything with it and had just about two glasses a piece. We drank it in a standard wine glass, which is my word for the ones you can buy for about a dollar at, you guessed it, Walmart. This is not the right way to choose your wine glass. Don't get me wrong, if all you're working with is a Solo Cup, drink boldly my friend! But if you have a choice, the shape and style of your glass truly can impact the experience.

The shape of the glass can determine what part of the tongue is first hit when you take a drink, how intense the aroma is, how flat your champagne ends up being, and so on. I'm not that great at APA citation, but here is a site that I thought broke things down understandably.

Some experts say your glass should be clear so that you can view the wine without obstruction. While wine is beautiful and fun to look at swirling around as you drink more of it, I don't really feel this is a necessity. A colored wine glass is fine, so long as the glass itself is relatively thin. Your wine glass should always have a big butt in proportion to the rest of the body (a Margarita glass would just be silly). The shape of the glass and whether or not the glass has a lip on it directs where the wine hits your mouth. A taller glass throws the wine to the back of the mouth (good for very sweet wines like your reds or dessert wines) and shorter glasses bring the wine to the front of your mouth (which is good for wine with subtle tastes that need help in the sweet department). As far as the stem is concerned, I think it really comes down to preference. There's a trend now for the tumbler wine glass, which I think was created by someone who kept breaking the stem off their wife's fine dinnerware. My main complaint with that is that I like my wine cold and you can smudge the glass up which makes it less pretty. But if you're a fast drinker or the drink is sitting on a table and not in the palm of your hand at a party, you should be good with a stemless option.

Oh, and don't fill your glass more than halfway full (or the widest part of the glass)! For one thing, it's essential to one's image at a party to swirl their wine around. If the glass is too full, you'll spill and if I'm around I'll point and laugh. More importantly, you have to keep space in the glass for the aroma. The way your nose feels when you take a drink of wine is just as important as the way your mouth feels. Unless you're just trying to get trashed.

All in all, I'd say the Beringer bottle was decent. I would drink it with most anything (I'm not quite ready to worry about food parings). Since it doesn't cost very much at all (less than $5), it would be a great wine to keep in stock for the every day meal or movie, but might be seen as a diss if you gave it as a gift.

Try it out and let me know what you think!


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My New Year's Resolution starts on February 7. This is not a good sign.



I've never been good at keeping up with things I start. There are three books half read on my bedside stand right now, totally offended by this part of me. Same goes for my craft projects, Christmas gifts to long-distance friends (who has time to get to the post office), and the mound of clean laundry in my bedroom that will never find its way to a hanger.


So, I guess it should come as no surprise that nearly a month has passed since the day I decided to start a blog about everything I wish I knew about wine. Par for the course, and all that jazz. Knowing this about myself, it probably would be best if I didn't even start this. I mean, there are really two ways to "work" on not-finishing, right? Either somehow miraculously start finishing them, or just don't begin them to - well - begin with. And since the first option hasn't worked so well for me to this point, it makes more sense to lean toward the second.

Except that not trying new things makes me itch. Know what I mean? I think that's part of living. I want to know what it feels like to crochet or make jewelry, to smear my hands in paint or cook with lemon zest. I think eyes are made to see the wonders God gave us, and feet are made to walk on ground that hasn't yet been paved.

And yet too many days
of my life are spent watching Law & Order SVU marathons and talking myself into actually cooking dinner instead of ordering out. Just doesn't seem to mix, does it?

That's what I thought. And I haven't quite known what to do about it all.

So some time in late December I received my monthly volume of "The Nest" magazine. I enjoy rolling around in the bitter irony this subscription offers me, since it was part of my enrollment in a Wedding Planning website some five years ago - or was it four? Who keeps track of when they were last engaged? I feel like I've fooled the scanning process for this publication's audience base, and love to curl up and laugh with Single Superiority as I read articles about how to "keep him satisfied" or fresh new ideas for the "His and Hers" bathroom.

Yeah right. We all know I end this ritual by desperately hugging my cat, Sir Peachy, and struggling through an Acapella version of "All By Myself" on the sofa.

Too much for the first post? Sorry.


Anyway. I'm reading this magazine, and I find an article that actually speaks to me; it's advice from a sommelier in California on what wine is the right gift for different occasions. I don't know if it's because wine makes me
think of Europe and that was the most amazing trip I have ever taken, or if it's because I'm a Pastor's kid and being an expert on anything alcoholic feels a bit naughty. But I finished reading the article and wished there was more advice. I thought there should be a glossary in the back of the magazine, since the wine expert (yeah, I had to look up "Sommelier" to figure out what that was all about) didn't do a great job at dumbing her explanations down for little ole me.

The article stuck with me. Well, not really. I couldn't tell you what was the right wine to take to a Baby Shower. Should you even bring wine to a baby shower? That's probably inappropriate. What stuck with me was how much I didn't know about wine, and how much of a culture surrounds the drink. I wanted in, or at least to better understand the appeal.

And so here is the point of this intro-turned-diary entry: this is the blog that will chronicle my exploration into wine. I don't know what I'll find, or if it will be useful. But I thought it might be fun to go along for the ride.

We all know what will happen if I try to give a set structure to this: I won't follow it, and that will bum me out. But here's the hope. I want to try a different wine every week, whether cheap or expensive, domestic or foreign, new or aged. I will give it a try. I want to do a little digging around the label, the type of wine, and what other people say I should think about it. And then I want to tell you what I thought. That's really it! I just tried my first wine this weekend, and I have a feeling already that this should be fun. I'll tell you more about that later.

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