too. hot. to. type.
Actually we were given a brief heat wave reprieve today in NYC–but Sundays are great for being lazy.
Meanwhile, back home:
Stay cool & hydrated–and watch out for rings of power!
too. hot. to. type.
Actually we were given a brief heat wave reprieve today in NYC–but Sundays are great for being lazy.
Meanwhile, back home:
Stay cool & hydrated–and watch out for rings of power!
I have often said that the best part of wine is sharing it with someone. As such, there are some wines and/or wineries that will always and forever remind me of a specific person, like Teresa & Grape Creek or Nerida & Chandon. Or even Matthew & Silver Oak–ironically not because we’ve consumed copious amount of Silver Oak, but because we arrived at their tasting room 5 minutes after they closed and I might have had a momentary meltdown that ended 4 seconds later with Matthew flatly informing me to get back in the car or he was going back to San Jose without me.
In case you’re wondering what this has to do with Hawaii: nothing. What it has to do with is that this month’s wine writing challenge (#34), as selected by last month’s winner Kent of Appetite for Wine, is MEMORY.
I was trying to figure out which wine holds the most memories for me, however, I realized that was a bit like picking a favorite child. Instead, I decided to pick a winery.
I’ve talked about the Chisholm Trail Winery before. I mean, any winery that can get me to love their merlot is quite special indeed–and their 1994 Merlot did just that. But their cabernets–spectacular: fruity, but dry with just a tiny bit of spice and oh-so-smooth.
But the wines aren’t the reason that I picked this winery.
Perhaps you might think that it has to do with winemaker, Paula K. Williamson, who is charismatic, has an infectious laugh, and is almost never seen without her signature black Stetson. But no, while Paula is fabulous and I adore her, she is not the reason either.
You might even think that it’s because Christi & I spent one hot August day helping Paula & crew pick grapes in the vineyard and then watched the bottling process while sampling some of the winery favorites. It was a long, fun-filled, exhausting day, but no. That’s not it either.
The reason Chisholm Trail Winery holds so many memories for me has nothing to do with wine at all. It is because the land where the winery sits used to be owned by my family. Specifically my great-great Uncle Hugo. Hugo was my grandfather’s uncle and we spent a lot of time at Uncle Hugo’s because he had the best fishing hole in the county. As a young girl I spent hours and hours at the creek behind the house, which now runs long the south side of the vineyards. I spent hours running around the old, gigantic trees scattered around the now-winery picking flowers for Granny, who rarely came with us.
It’s been probably 35 years since I last went fishing with Uncle Hugo, but every time I open a bottle of Chisholm Trail wine, memories flood back. I feel the sun on my face, the cool water tickling my feet, and can hear Uncle Hugo’s hearty laugh. There are many reasons to love Chisholm Trail winery and their wines. But for me, I love it because tastes like home.
This month’s wine writing challenge was picked by…well, me! As last month’s winner for my glass-shattering tales in my Winestory, I got the honor of picking this month’s theme: OBSCURE.
For full disclosure, Jeff helped me pick OBSCURE–and he was right, it was the word I was looking for in my quest to hear about the often-forgotten grapes. What I sent to Jeff was a long rambling email about how I was enjoying Lori and Mike of Draceana Wines posts about Cabernet Franc and their push for #CabFrancDay. I love Cabernet Franc, from the moment that I tasted it! But a lot of people have not heard of this delicious grape and even fewer know of other Cabernet grapes, like Ruby Cabernet.
Side note: Grape Creek makes a delicious blend of these three Cabernet grapes, Cabernet Trois, which I highly recommend if you’re in Texas and/or can get your hands on some!
This got me thinking: I wanted to hear from everyone that one varietal that they love that perhaps few outside the world of wine have experienced. Everyone (wine drinker or not) has heard of Chardonnay, Shiraz, the main Pinots (note: any snarky comments about me lumping Noir and Grigio into one will be ignored!), Rieslings, Cabernet, Merlot, and even (shudder) White Zin, but there are thousands and thousands of varietals out there–what about them?
Btw, this was all pretty much in my nebulous (his word, not mine–ha!) email to him. Thankfully, he recently moved to Texas and was able to decipher my ramblings and come up with a–in my humble opinion–great word.
So it is in that spirit that I wanted to tell you about my favorite OBSCURE wine, actually wines. There are four in fact, because well, go big or go home.
ANOTHER SIDE NOTE: I know Rieslings are not obscure and were in my list above, but DRY Rieslings are a bit harder to find…that is my story and I’m sticking to it.
At the time I introduced to each of these wine I was working at the wineshop. I was very leery of white wine because I lumped them all (I know, bad Shezza!) into two categories: Chardonnay (gag!) and exceptionally sweet Rieslings (not so much gag as too sweet to drink more than a ½ glass!).
But as I worked my way down the tasting bar, my tastebuds discovered there was actually a wide variety in flavors and sweetness levels of white wines–far more than I ever imagined! Along the way I found four wines that not only stood out, but that I would actually consider drinking–a HUGE feat at the time because, honestly, if it wasn’t red or bubbles, I did not drink it!
ONE MORE SIDE NOTE: I pulled the first three pictures from each winery’s website, as 20 years ago I never dreamed I needed pictures!
Wait? There is such a thing as Dry Riesling? Growing up in a German town, I was exposed to Riesling very early in life. Not that I was drinking it, but it was the very first wine varietal that I knew existed (not that I even knew what “wine varietal” meant at that time!). My first tastes of Riesling were Spätlese and Auslese, so I was delightful surprised when I tried the local Dry Rieling from Bell Mountain (exceptionally local, as the vineyard butts up to the part of the ranch!). What surprised me was the fruitiness of the wine without the sweetness. This wine, like many grown in the area, has very peachy overtones–both in the bouquet and the finish, which is dry and crisp. It pairs well with lighter foods and soft cheeses, but can be enjoyed all by itself.
For the trivia files: Being the star of German wines, there are many different ways to classify Rieslings based on region and sweetness at the time of harvest. Wine Folly does a great job of explaining it, if one was interested in jumping into the deep end of the Riesling pool!
As you may or may not know, gewurz means spice in German and this wine is perfect for spicy foods or heavy cheeses. It has a very floral bouquet, with a medium mouthfeel, and tastes of honeysuckle with a bit of warm spice on the finish (allspice, perhaps?). Personally speaking, I think it is delicious but is on the sweeter side, even for a Gewürztraminer, and best paired with food.
For the trivia files: Gewürztraminer grapes are actually pink to red in color not white!
I think it took me three glasses of Viognier to be able to properly and without hesitation say Viognier (as opposed to my German heritage which allowed me to say Gewürztraminer without any issues the very first time!). What I found in this Viognier was a dry wine that I could truly enjoy without all the oaky/buttery flavors that are synonymous with Chardonnay. While you would expect to find peach, this Viognier smells of apricot and honeydew. It is full bodied, with a honeysuckle and apricot finish. I think this a perfect wine for red wine drinkers who hate Chardonnay but are looking for an occasional white wine to enjoy. Honestly, I can’t say what food this pairs well with because I usually just pair it with a glass 😉
For the trivia files: Viognier is genetically related to Nebbiolo and was nearing extinction in 1965 when only 8 acres were planted in the Rhône.
Like Viognier, French Colombard was a wine I had never even heard of prior to tasting it. I was actually introduced to Dry Comal Creek’s French Colombard several years after I started working at the wine shop, but given its obscurity in the wine world except as a blending grape, I thought it worth a mention. Dry Comal Creek make two versions of this, although I believe the Bone-Dry isn’t always available. What I enjoy about the French Colombard is the long lingering flavors of tropical fruit. It is medium-to-full bodied and has a touch of sweetness while drinking. However, the sweetness does not linger–just the fruitiness (which probably doesn’t make any sense until you try this wine). The Bone-Dry version is just that: less sweetness while drinking and a much drier finish with less fruity lingering. Both versions are very mild and easy to drink. I think they both pair well with light snacks, appetizers, fish/seafood (especially the Bone Dry) and just drinking on the back porch.
For the trivia files: It was traditionally grown in France to distill into Cognac and Armagnac and because of its natural sweetness is used to sweeten baby food (presumably before it’s distilled…)
So that’s my tale of venturing into the world of the more obscure grapes, and in so doing, I even learned how to enjoy white wine.
This month’s wine writing challenge is Second Chances. It was selected by last month’s MWWC winner, Jill from L’occasion. And I must confess that it was a bit hard to focus on second chances when all I can think of when I see second is:
But then I remind myself that the best breakfasts always include some sort of festive libation, which loops me back around to wine…and second chances. And when I think about wine and second chances, three things come to mind.
The first thing I think of in regards to second chances with wine is a reminder I like to impart to new wine drinkers: keep drinking and trying wine outside of one’s preferred palate and don’t forget to revisit these wines from time to time to see if and how one’s palate has changed…a second chance, if you will. 😉 As their palate evolves, so too evolves their choices in wine. Many will find that initially hated wines end up being a house staple. Over the years working at the wine shop, I saw a lot of this with my regular customers who initially came in with the silly notion that “I don’t like [insert wine here]” and within a few visits, were drinking aforementioned wine–or at the very least, something similar.
But I think it’s a valuable tip to seasoned wine drinkers as well. Isn’t that why we purchase extra bottles? To lay them down for months or years and try them again? At least in theory? At my house, rather than saving them, it usually ends up being “oh what the hell, let’s jussss open another riiiiiight now!” And one turns into two, which turns into we’ll just get more at the wine shop later…stop judging me, it’s been a long week!
Anyway, I do a lot better hoarding my TEXAS! wine because you can’t purchase it here in New York City (or State for that matter), so I’m actually still sitting on a few bottles that I brought up with me 8 years ago (Becker, Grape Creek, Sister Creek, McPherson, Chisholm Trail, Messina Hof, and Flat Creek…alright, more than a few). It is usually even more delicious the second time around (or third or fourth…depending on the number of bottles and your willpower!). Although it doesn’t always go to plan and I’ve had to tragically dump a bottle or two. However, that doesn’t mean that I go and dump them all–that would be a travesty indeed! For more tales about that, go here: Success.
Finally, don’t forget that the same can also be said of vintages! So many things can have an effect on how a particular wine tastes from year to year. Some years it is minute nuances, and some years it varies between “OMFG! This is the best they’ve ever made!” and “What the hell were they thinking?”
Take for example, Grape Creek‘s Cabernet Trois. Grape Creek has been making their Cabernet Trois for a looooong time now. It is a blend of the three Cabernet grapes: Sauvignon, Ruby, and (my favorite) Franc. It was THE first Texas wine I fell in love with. It was deep and flavorful with just the right amounts of fruitiness balanced with spice. At the time (mid-90s) it very much stood out from a lot of Texas reds, which tended to either be very sweet and heavy or thin and so dry the BFF likened it to leaving your mouth feeling like you’ve eaten sandpaper. But not the Trois. It was dry, yes, but with a lot of mouthfeel and delicate flavors. It was delicious, won a lot of awards, and was my go-to Texas red wine for years. But then slowly the taste of it changed. I’m not sure if it was due to the grapes or the wine maker or the need to shake things up a bit. Maybe all three! People still loved it, it still won awards, but I was no longer a huge fan, preferring other varietals in Grape Creek’s line-up, like their merlot (shocking, but true, in fact, I still have a bottle of the merlot hanging out in the wine rack downstairs!).Fast forward to a recent trip home where I was in my old wine shop tasting wines from all the new Texas wineries that have popped up in the last several years when my old favorite caught my eye. Should I? Should I not? How could I not? So I thought, “what the hell?!?” and gave it another chance. And guess what? It was back to having all those little nuances that I originally loved about the Cabernet Trois 20 years ago: the fruit, the spice, the mouthfeel. It was like welcoming an old friend home.
Most importantly, it was a vivid reminder that in a day and age where it is always full steam ahead and looking for the next great thing, sometimes it pays to take a step back and revisit some old friends. Thanks for the delicious reminder Grape Creek!
We interrupt our regularly scheduled posts about my Fabulous Not Forty Birthday trips to wish Texans everywhere a Happy Independence Day! On this day in 1836, Texas declared its independence from Mexico. The Texas Declaration was written in less than a day during (although not at) the battle of The Alamo, drew a lot of influence from the U.S. Declaration of Independence, and was signed by 59 Texans.
It has some powerful, yet eloquent verbiage, so I thought that in honor of my beloved Texas on its birthday, I’d share it with you. On a side note: something tells me that General Santa Anna might have liked being called an evil, oppressive ruler. But maybe not, who knows? I certainly didn’t know the guy! Also, I’m not sure why (perhaps a typo or a different author?) wording suddenly switches from “it has” to “it hath” at the end…but it does-eth.
Finally, here’s the website where I got the information (along with a general reminder that if I pull pictures from the interwebs, in theory you can click on them to be taken to the website where they were found–in reality, I’m exceptionally technologically challenged so if you notice it not working, please let me know!).
Happy Birthday Texas!
Declaration of Independence
made by the
Delegates of the People of Texas
in General Convention
at the town of Washington
on the 2nd day of March 1836.
When a government has ceased to protect the lives, liberty and property of the people, from whom its legitimate powers are derived, and for the advancement of whose happiness it was instituted, and so far from being a guarantee for the enjoyment of those inestimable and inalienable rights, becomes an instrument in the hands of evil rulers for their oppression.
When the Federal Republican Constitution of their country, which they have sworn to support, no longer has a substantial existence, and the whole nature of their government has been forcibly changed, without their consent, from a restricted federative republic, composed of sovereign states, to a consolidated central military despotism, in which every interest is disregarded but that of the army and the priesthood, both the eternal enemies of civil liberty, the everready minions of power, and the usual instruments of tyrants.
When, long after the spirit of the constitution has departed, moderation is at length so far lost by those in power, that even the semblance of freedom is removed, and the forms themselves of the constitution discontinued, and so far from their petitions and remonstrances being regarded, the agents who bear them are thrown into dungeons, and mercenary armies sent forth to force a new government upon them at the point of the bayonet.
When, in consequence of such acts of malfeasance and abdication on the part of the government, anarchy prevails, and civil society is dissolved into its original elements. In such a crisis, the first law of nature, the right of self-preservation, the inherent and inalienable rights of the people to appeal to first principles, and take their political affairs into their own hands in extreme cases, enjoins it as a right towards themselves, and a sacred obligation to their posterity, to abolish such government, and create another in its stead, calculated to rescue them from impending dangers, and to secure their future welfare and happiness.
Nations, as well as individuals, are amenable for their acts to the public opinion of mankind. A statement of a part of our grievances is therefore submitted to an impartial world, in justification of the hazardous but unavoidable step now taken, of severing our political connection with the Mexican people, and assuming an independent attitude among the nations of the earth.
The Mexican government, by its colonization laws, invited and induced the Anglo-American population of Texas to colonize its wilderness under the pledged faith of a written constitution, that they should continue to enjoy that constitutional liberty and republican government to which they had been habituated in the land of their birth, the United States of America.
In this expectation they have been cruelly disappointed, inasmuch as the Mexican nation has acquiesced in the late changes made in the government by General Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna, who having overturned the constitution of his country, now offers us the cruel alternative, either to abandon our homes, acquired by so many privations, or submit to the most intolerable of all tyranny, the combined despotism of the sword and the priesthood.
It has sacrificed our welfare to the state of Coahuila, by which our interests have been continually depressed through a jealous and partial course of legislation, carried on at a far distant seat of government, by a hostile majority, in an unknown tongue, and this too, notwithstanding we have petitioned in the humblest terms for the establishment of a separate state government, and have, in accordance with the provisions of the national constitution, presented to the general Congress a republican constitution, which was, without just cause, contemptuously rejected.
It incarcerated in a dungeon, for a long time, one of our citizens, for no other cause but a zealous endeavor to procure the acceptance of our constitution, and the establishment of a state government.
It has failed and refused to secure, on a firm basis, the right of trial by jury, that palladium of civil liberty, and only safe guarantee for the life, liberty, and property of the citizen.
It has failed to establish any public system of education, although possessed of almost boundless resources, (the public domain,) and although it is an axiom in political science, that unless a people are educated and enlightened, it is idle to expect the continuance of civil liberty, or the capacity for self government.
It has suffered the military commandants, stationed among us, to exercise arbitrary acts of oppression and tyrrany, thus trampling upon the most sacred rights of the citizens, and rendering the military superior to the civil power.
It has dissolved, by force of arms, the state Congress of Coahuila and Texas, and obliged our representatives to fly for their lives from the seat of government, thus depriving us of the fundamental political right of representation.
It has demanded the surrender of a number of our citizens, and ordered military detachments to seize and carry them into the Interior for trial, in contempt of the civil authorities, and in defiance of the laws and the constitution.
It has made piratical attacks upon our commerce, by commissioning foreign desperadoes, and authorizing them to seize our vessels, and convey the property of our citizens to far distant ports for confiscation.
It denies us the right of worshipping the Almighty according to the dictates of our own conscience, by the support of a national religion, calculated to promote the temporal interest of its human functionaries, rather than the glory of the true and living God.
It has demanded us to deliver up our arms, which are essential to our defence, the rightful property of freemen, and formidable only to tyrannical governments.
It has invaded our country both by sea and by land, with intent to lay waste our territory, and drive us from our homes; and has now a large mercenary army advancing, to carry on against us a war of extermination.
It has, through its emissaries, incited the merciless savage, with the tomahawk and scalping knife, to massacre the inhabitants of our defenseless frontiers.
It hath been, during the whole time of our connection with it, the contemptible sport and victim of successive military revolutions, and hath continually exhibited every characteristic of a weak, corrupt, and tyrranical government.
These, and other grievances, were patiently borne by the people of Texas, untill they reached that point at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue. We then took up arms in defence of the national constitution. We appealed to our Mexican brethren for assistance. Our appeal has been made in vain. Though months have elapsed, no sympathetic response has yet been heard from the Interior. We are, therefore, forced to the melancholy conclusion, that the Mexican people have acquiesced in the destruction of their liberty, and the substitution therfor of a military government; that they are unfit to be free, and incapable of self government.
The necessity of self-preservation, therefore, now decrees our eternal political separation.
We, therefore, the delegates with plenary powers of the people of Texas, in solemn convention assembled, appealing to a candid world for the necessities of our condition, do hereby resolve and declare, that our political connection with the Mexican nation has forever ended, and that the people of Texas do now constitute a free, Sovereign, and independent republic, and are fully invested with all the rights and attributes which properly belong to independent nations; and, conscious of the rectitude of our intentions, we fearlessly and confidently commit the issue to the decision of the Supreme arbiter of the destinies of nations.
Richard Ellis, President
of the Convention and Delegate
from Red River.
- Charles B. Stewart
- Tho. Barnett
- John S.D. Byrom
- Francis Ruis
- J. Antonio Navarro
- Jesse B. Badgett
- Wm. D. Lacy
- William Menifee
- Jn. Fisher
- Matthew Caldwell
- William Motley
- Lorenzo de Zavala
- Stephen H. Everett
- George W. Smyth
- Elijah Stapp
- Claiborne West
- Wm. B. Scates
- A.B. Hardin
- J.W. Burton
- Thos. J. Gazley
- R.M. Coleman
- Sterling C. Robertson
- Benj. Briggs Goodrich
- G.W. Barnett
- James G. Swisher
- Jesse Grimes
- Sam P. Carson
- A. Briscoe
- J.B. Woods
- James Collinsworth
- Edwin Waller
- Asa Brigham
- Geo. C. Childress
- Rob. Potter
- Thomas Jefferson Rusk
- Chas. S. Taylor
- John S. Roberts
- Robert Hamilton
- Collin McKinney
- Albert H. Latimer
- James Power
- Sam Houston
- David Thomas
- Edwd. Conrad
- Martin Parmer
- Edwin O. Legrand
- Stephen W. Blount
- Jms. Gaines
- Wm. Clark, Jr.
- Sydney O. Pennington
- Wm. Carrol Crawford
- Jno. Turner
- S. Rhoads Fisher
- John W. Moore
- John W. Bower
- Saml. A. Maverick (from Bejar)
- H.S. Kimble, Secretary
This Monthly Wine Writing Challenge (#12) theme is LOCAL. And I’m so thankful to The Drunken Cyclist for issuing a reminder, or rather letting everyone know that it’s not too late….because honestly, I thought it was too late!
As I might have mentioned a time or thirty, I used to work at a wine shop and tasting room specializing in Texas wines.
When I started, it was a summer job and there 33 Texas wineries. Now a few (and by a few I mean 20) years later there over 275 Texas wineries. So here are some fun facts about Texas wines (thanks to Texas Wine & Grape Growers Association):
The first vineyard was was planted near El Paso in 1662 by Franciscan Monks–making it one of the oldest in the United States.
Texas ranks fifth in wine production in the United States and has 4,400 acres of family owned vineyards.
Texas has eight recognized American Viticultural Areas (AVA).
Texas produces about 3.0 million gallons of wine yearly.
The Texas Wine industry has an economic impact of nearly $2 billion annually (yeah, that billion with a B!).
The oldest continuously running winery is Val Verde, which was started in 1883 by Frank Qualia–and is still owned by the Qualia family today. Btw, their Don Luis Tawny Port is amazing (I mean, you could disagree with me, but you’d be wrong!).
How does this relate to me? Well, see AVAs #2, 3, and 4? That’s my home and I will happily tout the wineries therein. Every time I am home, I will go back to my wine shop and see what’s new in the area and, of course, try some of my favorites that I have been drinking over the last 20 years, such as Becker, Grape Creek, Texas Hills, Sister Creek, Dry Comal Creek, and Fall Creek.
Of course, there are many more. But these guys were around when I started working at the wine shop and they will always be my go-to wineries when recommending wineries where one can get a great tour and the opportunity to taste some of the best wine that Texas has to offer.
There are two others that I would be terribly remiss in not mentioning: Bell Mountain and Chisholm Trail–to me, they are more than just wineries, they truly are home. You see, right next door to the ranch sits Bob & Evelyn’s beloved Bell Mountain Winery. In fact, the hill where our house sat? It’s on their poster. I mean, you can’t get more local than that. Unless, of course, you’re talking about Paula at Chisholm Trail, who purchased the land for her vineyard from my great, great uncle Hugo. It was her 1994 Merlot that actually made me give non-blended merlots a chance. While, they are still not my favorite grape by any stretch of the imagination, I will drink, and even (gasp!) purchase them from time to time–and that’s all thanks to Paula!
When I moved to NYC, I moved with the bare necessities: the pupcicle, my books, 3 cases of Shiner Bock, 5 cases of Texas wine, and a bit of furniture and clothing. After my brother closed the door of the U-Haul, he hugged me and whispered “drive carefully because if you get pulled over, you’ll be arrested for bootlegging.”
Thanks Bubba, but I have NO INTENTIONS WHAT-SO-EVER of selling any (or even sharing!) anything in those 8 cases!! I don’t think I have ever driven more carefully in my life! Because, of course, I had Momma and the pupcicle with me, but also because I had no intentions of having my precious cargo confiscated!
I wasn’t actually planning on Margarita Monday to be a thing, but last week’s post was rather popular. I figured what the heck, let’s try this again. NOTE: Don’t get too excited, because (oddly enough), I don’t have many pictures of margaritas (although I am happy to start a “Send Your Margarita Pictures” photo drive, if you’d like!).
I drink them, I promise–sometimes in copious amounts and therein might be the problem. They’re just so darn tasty and easy to drink, like this one–which is a prickly pear margarita from Bejas in Fredericksburg, Texas (hometown, for all you newbies out there!)–that they tend to be gone before I even think to snap a pic! Although this one’s bright red color made it impossible to ignore–and the perfect balance of sweet and citrus made it deeeee-licious! Salud!
Slight error in judgement. I know, I know…it rarely happens 😉 so when it does, it is the job of the BFF to, of course, call me on it.
Remember yesterday’s post about the ABCs of Shez? Well, if you read it and then all the comments you would have seen my egregious error, which is that T is always for Texas (that is a direct quote from the niece). Now, I know that you know that I know that you know that I know that T is always for Texas, so I thought it okay to list something else for T–silly, silly Shez. Obviously too much beer (or perhaps not enough beer?). Regardless, my other family (aka BFF’s family) decided to help “remind” me of my roots and the error of my ways and came up with their own ABCs–all about TEXAS! It is just too fabulous to leave in the comment section where you may or may not ever see it.
So grab your beer and enjoy 🙂
Girl, let me be the first to tell you Texas IS what makes you interesting! So because we love you and see that you have lost your way Dad, Becca, Chelle, Lizzie, & I came up with a little something to help you back on the path home to TEXAS.
THE ABC’s of TEXAS:
A = ALAMO because that is where it all began. AUSTIN the capital of the greatest state in our nation. AMARILLO well because that’s where your other family lives. ARMADILLO.
B = BBQ; BLUEBONNETS; BUFFS(aloes) BOOTS and lets not forget BLUE BELL ICE CREAM
C = COWBOYS the ranching kind, the western bar kind, & the ones in Dallas with a big blue star! CADILLAC RANCH; COWS; & COUNTRY MUSIC.
D = DALLAS, it’s called the big D for a reason; DEER; DANCING; DONT MESS WITH TEXAS; DEEP IN THE HEART OF TEXAS; DESERT; (& Becca & Chelle remind you of the DEAD cow hit with their truck)
E = out in the west Texas town of EL PASO…; The EYES OF TEXAS ARE UPON YOU
F = FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS. Yes folks it’s real; FOOTBALL; FREDERICKSBURG; FORT WORTH (because George asked if it crossed your mind); FRIENDLY
G = GIANT because everything’s bigger in Texas; & GUITARS as in the only two things in life that make it worth living…; GILLEY’S; GALVESTON; & GIG ‘EM
H = HOME SWEET TEXAS; HILL COUNTRY; HOUSTON; HORNEY TOADS; & HOOK ‘EM
I = INDEPENDENCE
J = JOHNSON as in Lady Bird; & our LBJ; & JACKRABBIT
K = KINGS RANCH
L = LONE STAR STATE; LONGHORNS; LADY BIRD; & LUCKENBACH (because Everybody’s Somebody)
M = MARGARITA; MUSIC; MOCKING BIRD; MEXICAN FOOD
N = NIGHT SKIES (as in The Stars at Night are Big & Bright…); & NASA
O = OIL (as in black gold Texas T) OUTLAWS (the originals)
P = PECAN TREES; PECAN PIE; mmmm; PICK UP TRUCK; PLAINS; & PALO DURO CANYON
Q = QUANAH PARKER; QUARRIES;
R = RIO GRANDE; RODEO; RAILROAD; RANCHES; RANGERS (baseball & lawmen) & RATTLESNAKES
S = SAN ANTONIO; SPURS; SHINER; SIX FLAGS; SCHLITTERBAHN!!!
T = TEXAS (T is always for TEXAS) (Lizzie said “it’s what you should have put in the first place!!!)
U = UNIVERSITY OF TEXAS
V = VILLA (as in Taco Villa); VENISON
W = WILLIE (you got this one but mistakenly put it under N, to those of us in the know it’s just WILLIE). WIND, WILDFLOWERS
X = XIT RANCH
Y = YELLOW ROSE; Y’ALL;
Z = ZZ TOP; & a ZILLION REASONS TO LOVE TEXAS!!!!
Now that you have The Jackson Five playing background music in your head, I have a confession. You know those silly/annoying emails that circulate every couple of years in which you answer questions about yourself? Yeah, I’m one of those annoying people who not only fills them out, but sends them to nearly everyone in my email address book. I’m a details kinda girl and I love collecting tidbits of information about people. Who knows what you might learn about your friend that you’ve had since the 2nd grade or some great blackmail information on the annoying coworker 4 desks down?
A couple of months ago I saw a getting to know you post in the format below. It’s been a long time since I filled one out (probably because everyone on my email list has a secret pact with each other to NEVER EVER send me another!). Aaaaand it is different than any other that I’ve seen, so I thought I’d give it a go!
How is it different? Why, thank you for asking: rather than answer questions, you simply list (although WARNING: I never list–I always have to explain!) 26 interesting things about you, each item starting with a letter in the alphabet. While I’m horrible at explaining, I know that you’re brilliant and by the time you get to “A,” you’ll have it figured out!
One last thing before I begin: individuals did not make this list. So if you are just reading this in search of your name stop right now and go back to work, uh, I meant lunch. Don’t pout–invariably I’d leave someone out and then I have to endure years of guilt trips. Ain’t nobody got time for that! And honestly, how am I supposed to pick between Bubba and beer? Although, actually that’s rather easy because I’m 250% sure that Bubba (aka my brother) would agree it should be beer.
Now, back to the task at hand.
The ABCs of Shez:
A is for Addy, my darling pupcicle (you know, in case you weren’t aware that I had a darling pupcicle whom I adore!)…and before you call me out on it, yes, I broke the “No Individuals” rule, but it’s the ONLY time I promise.
B is for Beer…mmmmmm….beer (I hope you heard that in a Homer Simpson voice!). I don’t think that needs further explanation. Plus you should have seen it coming.
C is for coffee. Again, no further explanation is needed, especially those who have had the “pleasure” of seeing me in the morning before coffee–it ain’t purty!
D is for dogs. Pupcicles are special because they bring so much love and joy into our lives–in so many ways. Of course, it ain’t all sunshine and roses, particularly when you live in NYC and have to pick up poop for a very large dog. But they make our lives whole with their amusing antics and unconditional love. PS–if you’re wondering how much I love dogs, I picked them over dessert! If that’s not love, I don’t know what is!
E is for Eso se que es, which literally translated is confusing so I like to go with the loose translation of “it is what it is” and whenever I say it, people look at me like “did you just say socks in the middle of my rant?” No, but yes. Anyway, it is a reminder that life is bigger than all of us and that any time you think everything is perfectly mapped out, the Fates will take the opportunity to intervene so they can laugh at you. Thus to keep sane, I like to remind myself of three things: eso se que es, que sera sera, and Lord give me coffee to help me change the things I can, and wine to help accept the things I can’t.
F is for FOOTBALL!
G is for Grace. By that, I don’t mean elegance or beauty or charm. Did I mention I was clumsy? Well, I am. I come by it honestly (right Auntie K??). As such, my Ome would always call me Miss Grace (as in, I am anything but). To this day whenever I hear the word grace, I think of my Ome.
H is for Hamburgers. Preferably ones with cheese and bacon and avocado and served with onion rings….but any ol’ burger with cheese will do! 😉
I is for Ice cream. And anyone who doesn’t think it should be on EVERYONE’S list is just wrong.
J is for Jigsaw puzzles. I love to put them together–although I haven’t put one together in a long time. Why? Well, whenever I find one that I love and makes me want to set up a card table and put it together, I remember that I live in a house with Princess Adelaide Grace, who is so named because like me, she is anything BUT graceful…
K is for Kaas (Dutch for cheese). I couldn’t leave cheese off the list, thankfully the Dutch helped me out a bit. And before you accuse me of using Google Translate to find a language where cheese started with a different letter than C, I will have you know that I was a Rotary Exchange Student to The Netherlands. How does this relate to cheese? I used to live about 6 miles from Gouda and would go on Thursdays to the cheese market…because…how can you go wrong with a cheese market???
L is for Laughter, because it truly is the best medicine–unless you have TB or malaria or something like that, then I would highly recommend medication.
M is for Molasses cookies, my favoritest cookies in the world!
N is for Nelson, as in Willie (and Waylon and the boys).
O is for Oven–I love baking and roasting and I can go without a lot of things, but an oven ain’t one of them!
P is for Peckish. For most people, it means slight hungry. But I’m never slightly hungry, so when you hear me say peckish know that it means “I’m so hungry I could eat a horse and chase the rider, but I don’t want you to think me gluttonous, so I’m going to just pretend that I’m kinda hungry and then either eat all of the snacks you foolishly set out or go back for seconds and thirds when we do eat.”
Q is for quixotic, which is just fun to say…quixotic, quixotic, quixotic!
R is for reading and don’t ask me to pick a favorite book. I’m still trying to narrow my list down to 10 so I can post it on FB (and we’ll just pretend I wasn’t tagged to do it a month ago…sorry Becca!)
S is for Shiner…and failing that, Stella (and don’t tell me it’s cheating because I’ve already listed beer…it’s MY list!)
T is for Tolkien. You thought it would be TEXAS! didn’t you? I just wanted to share a line in a poem in Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring, which completely sums up my life: All those who wander are not lost. I do hope, though, that you appreciate that I was still able to work TEXAS! into the T slot 😉
U is for umbrellas. I totally have Mary Poppins to thank for my love of umbrellas. Ironically, I hate using them in NYC. People here are oblivious when using them and tend to poke other people in the head, repeatedly until I feel an urge to grab the umbrella out of their hands and give them a good smack with it. I refrain, of course, but I know that I’m one huge rainstorm away from needing bail money.
V is for vino. What? It’s a word. It is in my house….and that’s all that matters.
W is for wanderlust. The reason wine is called vino in this list. Traveling is truly my passion. Even more so than eating and drinking. Luckily, I consider imbibing in the local food and drink an integral part of traveling! I was bit by the wanderlust bug when I went to The Netherlands (see K is for Kaas) right after high school–and I have no plans to stop any time soon and “I haven’t been everywhere yet, but it’s on my list.”
X is for Xi, which is one of my favorite words to play in Words with Friends.
Y is for Yoga, something I’ve recently started doing. Who knew stretching and finding on your inner zen could be so draining? Please don’t write in and tell me yoga is more than stretching and finding your inner zen. I know it is, but when you’re watching others it looks so relaxing and graceful. I’m here to tell you for me it is neither relaxing nor graceful, but I do enjoy blundering through class–even if I look like a bull in a china shop.
Z is for zazzy. And yes, you have to say it like Sheldon. And if you need further explanation, I’m not sure we can be friends anymore (if you’re worried about it, I can totally be bought with wine, beer, and cheese….but not crappy cheese–if you’re trying to bribe me, it had better be aaaaaaa-mazing cheese!).
And that’s me in a nutshell!
For the record, this was a lot more tedious than I thought it would be, so not as easy as the Jackson Five would have you believe!
Thanks for indulging me!
In trying to find pictures for Throwback Thursday, I realized I have a lot of pictures of adult beverages (that is said with pride, by the way). As such, I’ve decided that rather than share pictures of me with bad 80s hair and glasses that legitimately covered half my face, I could easily share glasses of a much tastier kind. I know this is a day late, but please forgive my tardiness–it’s been a crazy week and the interwebs at Momma’s house are a bit dodgy. So without further adieu, I finally present to you: Thirsty Thursdays!
When visiting home, I always make sure I drink at least one (or ten) Lone Star beers–I mean after all, it is the National Beer of Texas!