Archive for the ‘Personal’ Category

Nov 11, 2008

Life v. Lifestyle

I've been at serious risk for quite some time of being accused with good reason of being an Alice Feiring stalker But I'll risk the additional chance of solidifying that perception in the minds of many by pointing you all toward something that I'd never seen before today. It's a beautiful and revealing piece Ms. Feiring wrote in 2007 for the New York Times to which she so very subtly links in a recent blog post of hers at Veritas…

Nov 11, 2008

The Single Drink

When was the last time you heard of someone thinking deeply over what brand of spirits to open for company or a significant other? Does anyone really ever take time to think about what would be the perfect beer for a quiet dinner for two? Is "self indulgence" ever more perfectly defined than when we choose a wine from our cellar that's meant to drunk just by the chooser? The answers are rarely if ever, no and no. I've been…

Oct 13, 2008

No Wine Can Do So Much

Not too long ago I bitched and moaned about a few bottles of wine that died in the bottle earlier than I expected them to. I lamented their passing as though it was something of significance. This weekend, when Tucker finally died, I was forced to recall that any grief we feel over something so trivial as a few bottles of wine tasting bad after time can only result when we let narcissism shield us from the leveling effects of…

Oct 6, 2008

Wine Handyman Needs Advise

I’m not much of Handyman or Do-it-Yourselfer. I can mow a lawn like nobody’s business and hammer a nail. But taking a space and creating something in it? Not me. I didn’t get the "spacial" or "engineering" genes. So it’s with great trepidation that I have decided to attack the space you see in this post and create a place to store up to 10-15 cases of wine. However, before I begin and potentially dislodge the house from its foundation,…

Oct 1, 2008

The Days of Milk

Whole Milk is the "Vintage Port" of the Dairy World. I discovered this recently when I had the chance for the first time is what must be more than twenty years to drink a tall, very cold, foamy glass of whole milk. Talk about taking something for granted when I was drinking it daily! Had I known 25 years ago that in a couple decades I’d no longer drink whole milk and instead I’d be eventually drinking stuff like "1…