I’m stumped tonight. I opened a Beringer 2009 Cabernet Sauvignon with every intention of reviewing it. But I just don’t have it in me. (Well, I suppose I can at least say that it has a slightly mocha flavor with soft tannins, a perfect match to my dessert of chocolate chips.)
Yes, you read that right. Chocolate chips for dessert. It’s the only chocolate I could find in the house, and I even raided my daughters’ nearly year-old Easter candy. I almost wish I were pregnant so I could send my husband to the store for ice cream and he’d have to say yes. But then I’d be pregnant, and craving chocolate ice cream, and not able to drink the open bottle of cab in front of me.
But I digress. I’ve spent quite a bit of time tasting and reviewing wines for this blog, which I love to do. But I haven’t spent much time writing about why I like tasting wine. I have great dreams of writing something truly significant about wine. Something that winemakers, tasters, writers and housewives will read and say, “Wow, that Beth chick just GETS it!” (you’re an eloquent bunch, aren’t you!)
But sometimes, the wine just needs to be about the experience, not the taste. Some wines pair perfectly with an aged steak, a seared tuna or a even a bowl of chocolate chips. And some wines pair perfectly with a lazy Saturday night. With settling into the couch, feet up and toes snuggly under a warm afghan. With turning on a classic Cary Grant flick, popping a bowl of popcorn and appreciating the sub-freezing weather outside because I’m warm and happy inside.
Yes, tonight’s Beringer is one of those wines. On another night I might comment on its peppery bouquet and smooth, coffee finish. I’d remark that it’s quite a steal, on sale this week for only $8.99 at Smith’s/Kroger. But not tonight. Tonight I am going to join my husband on the couch and see what’s on Netflix. I’m going to sip my wine and appreciate its tingly warmth and the slight grogginess it will bring as I near my bedtime.
So with that, I bid you goodnight. Turn off your computer, pour a glass of your favorite wine, and dig out that book you’ve been meaning to finish. Enjoy the purely hedonistic quality of the wine without nary a thought to bouquets, aromas or mouthfeels. For goddsake, don’t even think the words “fruit forward”! (If you want to decant before you pour, though, go ahead. That’s just good taste.) Cheers!