or rather, a
t-shirt blanket apology…
I know you’re thinking “what a silly question,” but an appropriate one for this post…because a)
wine why not? and b) Elizabeth of Traveling Wine Chick, the winner of the last Monthly Wine Writing Challenge, selected the theme for this month’s Challenge to be CHOICES.
Everyday we make thousands of choices–some are subconscious, some are instinctual, some are habitual, some regrettable, some are hard, some are easy, and a lot are somewhere in between. But I have a confession about these choices that I hope doesn’t get me lynched by my lovely wine blogging superstars: I don’t always choose wine, in fact, I rarely do. That is not to say that I don’t enjoy, love, cherish, and revel in wine–because I do all the above. I just…well…usually…pick beer. I’ll give you a moment to sob uncontrollably while going through all the stages of loss. I only ask that when you get to the anger stage and are threatening to smite me, you leave the Princess out of it…
Now before you gather the pitchforks and angry villagers, let me just say that it’s not that I like beer better than wine. It’s that beer is easy. And really, it’s the “easy” part that attracts me to the B-word. I know what I like and while I also like to try new beers, I have certain go-tos that are non-negotiable. If I go into any establishment (other than sporting events) and either Stella or Guinness are not on the menu, chances are I’m making a u-turn and heading out before you can even say “well, do you have…”
But this is not true with wine. I mean, I have my favorites–but a lot of them are Texas wines and you can’t find them anywhere but the great state of Texas and my wine rack (and perhaps other wine racks–but most people are generally opposed to you walking into their house and pilfering their wine selection, especially if they don’t know you!). So then it becomes a gamble of “is it worth $10-15/glass” for something I’ve never heard of? Sometimes it is. When out at a nice meal, especially when that meal is Italian or steak, wine is non-negotiable.
At home, the choice is probably about 50-50. That is to say about 50% of the year (aka spring and summer), my choice is beer and 50% of the year (aka autumn and winter), my choice is red wine. Part of the issue is that–as I’ve mentioned before–I’m not a big white wine drinker and when it’s 96F with 87% humidity, red wine is just too heavy. I can’t lie, I’ve never spent 2 hours doing yard work and thought “mmmmm, I just want a nice glass of chardonnay.” [note: I almost NEVER pick chardonnay, so if you hear those words come out of my mouth, you should just assume my body has been taken over by aliens and consider locking me up!]
At home beer is also easier choice because at any given moment I usually have two maybe three kinds in the fridge: Shiner, Guinness, and whatever struck my fancy one day, usually like a cider…mmm…Stella Cidre…
Ahem, anyway, the point being that my choice with beer is pretty easy. With wine, it’s not so clear cut. I currently have 19 bottles of 8 different varietals, so then I get stuck in the details: do I want something I can drink by itself? Or something I can drink with a snack plate or something big and bold and in your face? Do I want to wait while I chill a viognier? Am I overthinking? Perhaps, but it’s wine! And these things can’t be taken lightly, unlike beer (because apparently, I’m trying to get the die-hard beer nerds to lynch me as well!) 😉