Hello, friends. It’s been awhile.
Honestly, I’m not sure how to restart here, so I’m just
going to ramble for a bit.
I intended to have a lot to say this year – was going to
revamp things a bit and try to reboot the ol’ blog – but I started a new job at
Penn State in October, which drew a lot of my energy, as did the day to day
grind of surviving the reign of Der Gropenfűhrer.
2020 rolled around. The Sweet Partner in Crime and I decided
to try to reset our respective livers. We more or less successfully completed a
Dry January. Admittedly, we cheated a couple of times for special occasions
(hey, Holly!) – but we managed to keep to the spirit of things.
Honestly, Dry January wasn’t as tough as I feared…at least
for the first two weeks. We whipped up a supply of mocktails that kept us
going, but I’ll tell you – the last week or so, until we staggered soberly
across the finish line, were a real slog, because there were just some times
that a glass of wine would have been perfect. We made it.
I lost some weight. I gained it back. I lost more. I weigh
the same now as I did when I was half my current age. I started meditating
regularly, which has been revelatory. Charlie and Rosie are still wonderful
pups. The Sweet Partner in Crime was named a Fellow by the leading national
organization in her field.
Then came COVID.
We went into our homes and, by all indications, started
drinking our collective faces off.
Well, except here in Pennsylvania. Because of the crazy
liquor laws – beer stores stayed open, but wine & liquor stores were all
shuttered. Wine started getting in short supply around these parts. The grocery
stores ran out quickly.
Thank goodness for our friends who drive the delivery
trucks. Scott, our UPS guy, has been a godsend. Pennsylvania is a much easier
place to ship to than our former address.
Which brings us to the actual wine content you’ve come here
As we were getting hard up for any kind of juice,
particularly rosé -- I decided to venture onto Groupon and pull the trigger on a
deal I saw for an inexpensive 15 bottle case. I’m happy to report that my experience
with Splash Wines was highly
positive. My order came with three bottles each of a selection of five rosé:
- Midnight Black Rose (Italy -- Trentino)
- “Rosé All Day” Beaujolais Rosé (France – Beaujolais)
- Maison Williams Chase Rosé (France – Provence)
- Domaine Jacourette Rosé (France – Provence)
- Mazzei Belguardo Rosé (Italy – Tuscany)
|Ah...good to have you back at the homestead...|
Seeing a raft of Italian and French pinkness looking back at
me from the box filled me with hope. My major worry when I ordered this grab
bag was that these inexpensive wines wouldn’t really be “rosé-ish” – meaning that
they’d be overly fruity, slightly sweet, and somewhat heavier in body.
Not the case here at all. I’m not going to do detailed tasting
notes on these selections. All of them are fine. Do any of them have
flavors that leap from the glass to choirs of angels and transcendent goodness?
Of course not. But are they, as a whole, light and crisp with enough flavor to
be interesting, perfect for sipping while contemplating (or trying to avoid contemplating)
both the excitement of a real social change in this country and the terror of
the inevitable pain that will follow as the dying mule of racism kicks back
hard? You betcha.
We’ve tried all five of these by now in various contexts.
They’re perfectly food-friendly, pull and pop wines that aren’t just plonk. After
shipping, the price was about $5/per bottle. At that price point, who’s to
My friends, we’re a long way from the end of our various
national turmoils. The levels of dumbassery we keep seeing are only going to
increase as people demand that lockdown be lifted so other people can be forced
to wait on them. Political ideology is no match for epidemiology, so no matter
where you are – be safe, listen to and embrace the experiences of people who don’t
look like you, and wear your damned masks.
And, of course, vote against anyone running for office,
incumbent or challenger, who won’t do those things. Because not to put too fine
a point on it -- they don’t care if you die.