Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Wine

I'm enjoying a glass of wine as I goof around on the computer tonight. I'm no wine expert by any stretch of the imagination. My comments are generally limited to "I like it" or "I don't like it". The one I'm drinking tonight, though, isn't one of my favorites. It's Cap Rock Vintner's Blush. I usually like Texas wines pretty well, and the Cap Rock Blush Royale is excellent, I think. This, though - eh, take it or leave it. It's a little too "something" for my taste - too tart/sour, perhaps? Not like I like *super* sweet wines, but this one has a whang to it. It's paid for, though, and far be it from me to toss wine unless it's *complete* dreck, so I'm drinking it in one of my nice crystal glasses (I've got 'em, might as well use 'em, right?). I'm finishing off the bottle tonight anyway - this glass was the last of it. Next on the to-drink list: an Australian wine, Penfolds Rawson's Retreat Semillon Chardonnay. Mmm, GOOD. And it's a kick-ass strong wine - one glass of it and I'm pretty darned happy, two glasses and I'm downright giddy. Not real expensive, either. I should buy more of that next time I make a booze run (lucky me, to live in a dry county). And when I decide to take a break from wine, I have a bottle of Arrogant Bastard Ale in my refrigerator. Mmm, tasty.

See, this is another change from my youth (although not as much of a change as the change to my ideas on sex and religion). My parents were not drinkers at all - my father had an uncle who was killed by a drunk driver, and he's still very much anti-drinking. He'd choke if he saw the two little wine racks in my house (and the stash of bottles in one of the kitchen cabinets). But I don't see a problem with it, as long as it's just an occasional thing (you may have heard the joke, or maybe not: "Jews don't recognize Jesus as the Messiah. Protestants don't recognize the Pope as the head of the church on earth. Baptists don't recognize each other at the liquor store." My fondness for a good drink now and then - reason #47 why I don't think I should be a Baptist anymore). So I guess it's more a change from my parents' rules to my rules, not so much a change to my way of thinking. I remember driving around in high school, sharing a bottle of Boone's Farm Tickle Pink (boy, I'm probably dating myself with that - what can I say, we were kids, it was cheap) with my girlfriends, or going to buy wine coolers (California Coolers, do they even make those anymore?!) before football games. My parents would have crapped coconuts had they known. Ah, growing up was fun sometimes!

3 comments:

Jay said...

Lisa,

I grew up with the no-Dancin' no-Drinkin' Baptists too. (Actually my parents have always had a before dinner drink, so your "don't recognize each other at the liquor store" comment hits home)

If you need more convincing, or if you want good ammo to debate the issue, take a look at Alcohol and the Bible by David Whitfield.I don't think he goes quite far enough. My take on reading his biblical references gives me the impression that Jesus condoned not just social drinking, but the ocassional drunken party.

The general tone is that excessive drinking is a bad thing. Duh! Drunk driving, alcoholism, and associated irresponsible or violent acts are obviously major social ills. Responsible, moderate use though has been shown to be healthy.

BTW, I was just referred to your blog by my wife Kitti after she found you on the good husband's blog.

Jay

Jules said...

Boone's Farms Fuzzy Navel was my poison in HS. An occasional Purple Haze thrown in for good measure, of course.

Know this comment is late, but I'm going back and catching up - and enjoying myself in the process. Also grew up Southern Babtist, although all that remains of that is an overdeveloped sense of guilt.

Kendall Jackson has a nice, moderately priced Chardonnay...

Lisa said...

Jay, I'll have to check out that book - thanks!

And Sparkey, I'll have to check out that wine - I'm always up for new recommendations!

L.