Sunday, October 11, 2009

Nothing A Little Boxed Wine Can't Fix

I need to make a confession.

I use to be an avid Franzia boxed wine drinker. I loved the white zin. I would come home from class or work, open my fridge, pour a glass, and throw in exactly three ice cubes. My wine glasses were small and thick. I loved the sweet tangy taste. I would offer a glass to all my guests and think that I was offering them quite a delight. “I’m fabulous, I have a box of wine in my fridge. Can I offer you a glass? I know you can’t resist.” Oh, Franzia!

Whew.

It feels so good to have gotten that off of my chest.

Ladies and gentlemen, the elephant has officially been exposed.

"I use to drink boxed wine."

(It helps to say it out loud)


Two years later I am totally into succulent reds and buttery whites. I have thin lovely wine glasses and a fabulous balloon decanter. I can sort of distinguish a cab between a zin; and I try my best to taste for the “oakiness” in a glass of chard. I am far from being a wine snob. In fact, I hope I never become one. It’s just that I have barely scratched the surface of the world of wine and am TOTALLY intrigued. There is so much to learn about wine: how it’s made, the different varietals, appellations, etc. I am a student of life and have this urge to learn about my new passion. Hence, this blog. I am writing, not so much to teach, but to learn. I will write about the wines I taste, the tidbits I learn about the industry, research I come across, and maybe even some personal life stories. This is going to be fun. I encourage any readers to contribute advice, rants, raves, or whatever. Let’s get this party started!

(Raising a glass of boxed wine white zin).

Salud!

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