Walking up the hill from the bus stop with eight different bottles of wine isn't a leisurely trek. Neither is defending myself from Moses’ love once I walk through the door. My only concern is that the bottles don’t break for my take-home assignment.
Serving homework is tough.
At work, our sommelier hosted a wine tasting before the restaurant opened. A lot of distributors were there to sell different wines to restaurateurs. They left all the open bottles with us, which amounted to about five cases of wine. Before I left, my co-worker helped me pick out my take-home-goody-bag so I could become more acquainted with Old World varietals.
The wine bag’s weight reminded me of my sophomore year in college when I took Astronomy 102, Physics 101 and Geology 101 at the same time (I’d wanted to knock out most of my science requirements in one fell swoop). But at least with this homework it’s alright to have a mild buzz while taking notes. Plus Tyler is eager to help me with this assignment — I don’t think he’d be as enthused to figure out the stellar evolution of a high mass star.
I line up the bottles on the table. With about 10,000 known varietals out there, my wine knowledge shouldn't even be classified as knowledge at all. I recently tried Albariño, which is a white wine from Northwestern Spain. It’s known in Portugal as Alvarinho, and is one one of the varietals used to make Vinho Verde.
And I thought I was branching out with my Barberas and Viogniers.
So for my day off — and with Tyler’s help — I will reluctantly decipher the differences between French and Spanish varietals, and their appellations.
I think we’ll need some cheese.
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