Does it feel like this blog is a constant stream of travelogues and meal reviews? That’s what it feels like to me writing it! I’m still not sure what The People Want here. The photos (maybe)? The witticisms (probably not; I just can’t stop myself from punning)? Perhaps people I know are scanning entries for allusions to themselves or to people they know, and to that end I will try to throw in more juicy Ds. Then there are the total random inquisitors – bless them – who land on the page due to their varied and unexpected queries. I’ve written about those before, of course. The greatest traffic drivers of that category are definitely celebrity gossip and wedding planning advice. Happy to help!
Barreling on with the aforesaid major blog categories (travelogues and food pics! Not Beyonce/wedding, at least that I know of). This past weekend, Deepak and I went back to the Central Coast. This time, we drove a little further north, to Paso Robles.
I never knew much about the Central Coast until I moved to California. Then, once I got here, I understood it to be merely a mishmash of sere cities that one drives through (or flies over) on the way between L.A. – S.F. Shamefully dismissive attitude.
Now that I am older, I have learned a great reason not to disregard California’s lovely Central Coast: It contains a very well-developed wine region.
I know that I am merely at the cusp of being ready for the sophistication (and cost!) of the adult-sounding activity of “wine tasting,” because I still can’t help but laugh every time I hear the very phrase. To me, the word “tasting” denotes the process by which a relatively disposable person tests whether the king’s food has been poisoned. Either that or I expect the word to figure into the title of an unjustifiably expensive restaurant with experimental preparations and microscopic portions!
Wine “tasting”? But I already know what wine tastes like! Wine = A glass of Welch’s + a bit of acrid sweetness + a presage of chattiness and rueful reflectiveness. I don’t get the dreaded “Asian flush” very consistently, but when I do I note that it’s often brought on by grape-based drinks – wine, sparkling wine, grappa (I never drink this), etc. So “wine” also brings with it presentiments of hot face for me.
Nevertheless, our generous friend Jack was housesitting this past weekend and he kindly invited Deepak and me to share in the task. I must admit we didn’t really shoulder any of the housesitting duties, but we sure did enjoy the perks.