Wine is a primal obsession of mine. Sure, it’s nice to dabble in the knowledge of wine. I often dawdle online, pouring–no pun intended–over wine news, blogs and magazine articles.
With articles read and thoughts spinning, I’m left with my “must-have” list. I obsess and become singularly savage in my need to hunt down certain wine. I track. I capture. I return to the lair. There I bury my prey in a dark cupboard. Oh, sure, I consume my kill. But, not before its time.
Whew, all this talk of stalking is making me thirsty! This brings us to the day-to-day consumption of wine, or gathering. Perusing shelf-talkers and labels, along with price tags, to parse out a drinkable wine for an ordinary day can be almost as challenging as hunting wine. Finding something doable in terms of purse and palate requires patience and persistence. Yet, both hunting and gathering results in a humongous reward: the satisfaction of sharing a meal with a glass of wine and torturing your mate to come up with descriptors of said wine to add to blog posts online.
By now you must be wondering if I’m crazy. Sure, I’m a little “unique”or maybe “passionate” is another way to describe my obsession with wine. Why, oh why must I obsess over fermented grape juice, you ask. I’ll be sure to post an answer once I parse it out for myself!
