i like wine
The other week a friend was over for dinner and we were talking about, of all things, sourdough starter. i told him how, upon receiving a new sourdough starter (new to me, the starter itself is 40+ years old) from my father in law i promptly cooked it while building it anew.
What happened was i had warmed up my oven with the starter inside because my apartment was freezing and all of a sudden the bank called with questions that needed answering right then. So i spoke to tem for a long time and in the process forgot all about the starter and only later, when the apartment started smelling faintly of baked bread, i realized that i had indeed cooked it and it was dead and gone (don’t worry though, it’s line still lives).
At this point my friend looked at me and said “i guess some of these slow foods aren’t really compatible with things like phone calls from banks.”
Now of course i could turn this into an op-ed piece from the 1980s about the need to slow down and do things like cook meals etc., but that isn’t where i’m headed.
We were drinking, earlier that night, a bottle of 2006 Clos Rougeard, made in the glacial caves below Nady Foucault’s house in Chace. It was a wine that took a great deal of care to make, and having been opened a full day, a wine that took some time for us to drink.
These things stuck with me.
i like wine. It’s why i started this blog, why i decided to quit my job last year to try and make (decidely less) money selling the stuff.
For a moment i’ve been thinking about quitting the blog. It has come to me that perhaps what i like best about wine, slow inebriative dinners over bottles and bottles of wine, letting barolos open up for hours and hours before stirring risotto, listening to Ramon Montoya on repeat.
At times i think i’ve gotten across my joy about the wines i’ve loved, at times i’ve been boring, and at other times i’ve gotten into the thick of the philosophical battles that really seem only to be most heated on the internet.
Sometimes these little internecine battles seem so sexy at the time, natural wines, traditional, etc. But shit, i’m not a winemaker and yet i’ve been involved in discussions that people, actual honest to god working winemakers, are figuring out with their hands, in their cuves, and down in their cellars far removed from some kid on the internet. i merely drink it, enjoy it.
These things will come and go on the internet. We bloggers could have a million pointless discussions about terminology, pat ourselves on the back, fight, make up, wonder what the next big thing is, the next region of Belarus no one has discovered in the time it takes Lopez de Heredia to release one vintage of wine.
The good, honest producers will always make good, honest wine. The producers more interested in marketing and branding than wine won’t.
i like wine. i like some natural wine. i like some unnatural wine. i think that i have put way too much time into worrying about terminology and philosophies that have perhaps only become codified in the blogosphere. The blog has a way of of making me think too much about things that aren’t really any part of why Arriana Occhipinti makes such beautiful frappato. I took a stand on the term “natural” for god’s sakes, like somehow the word had become wine, that it really mattered what i said when the word was merely a catchall term for a loose group of people who had decided to try and get back a lot of what was lost in the rush for modernism. Here i was 30 years after the fact going on about what amounted to semantics. Fuck me.
So i like wine. This is what’s left. i’m not going to shut the blog down, but i really only want to write about why i like wine. The pleasure of it. i’m going to open a bottle of Alain Coudert Fleurie tonight, cook something slow, look outside at the lake, walk my dog, and simply enjoy it.