So what do you do with all those left over corks? I'd like to say that we did not drink all those bottles. But in fact we did. In fairness it was over time, but do I have to tell you over how much time? Let's not.
I have to say I never really liked wine before my late 20s, but that is likely because my exposure to it was Pinot Grigio. It has a sharp, grassy flavor and frankly just doesn't do it for me. If I'm being totally honest I recall jello shots being fairly high on my list. Clearly I did not have a very sophisticated palate at that point.
When I met my husband I was living in San Francisco. We both had roommates and we got used to getting out of the house on the weekend to find alone time together. We would drive down the California Coast for the day, perhaps a little exploring through one of the San Francisco neighborhoods, or head up to wine country. I like to joke that we dated our way through wine country, but I'm really only half joking.
I still don't like Pinot Grigio; however, a nice crisp New Zealand Chenin Blanc is lovely on a hot summer's day. But I must confess that my favorite is a deep, buttery Chardonnay from Carneros. The day we got married we eloped to wine country. We drove up to our favorite winery, Clos du Bois, for a quick tasting then over to a B&B to meet the justice of the peace. Priorities.