The turkey have all been consumed, the pumpkin pie had its moment of glory and the wines....Wow, the wines were all drunk heartily.
With no expectation whatsoever, I walked into a strangers home and walked out feeling like an extended long lost family member.
To my right a politician, to my left a retired post master, along with a high school teacher, a head nurse, a surgeon, a basketball player, a buddhist practicing couple with their beautiful adopted little girl and my favorite of the evening was a vintner/classical musician.
What a group right!
I had an interesting time listenting to the politician's stories. He stayed away from political talks which was a relief. Instead, he talked about his experiences with the Filipino culture when he visited Guam many years ago.
For my non-American bloggies out there, don't you find it funny how people feel like they need to say something polite or complimentary about your culture when you meet them for the first time. Actually, I do the same thing when I meet someone of different nationality. I think about what I know about their culture and come up with something nice to say as an ice breaker of some sort. And if I know nothing about their cutlure then they're in trouble because I'll sure be asking them 20 million questions in under a minute :)
The surgeon sliced the turkey. I have never seen turkey sliced so perfectly neat and presented beautifully on the platter. I guess it goes in the territory of her occupation. Each piece was meticulously layered on the plate. Even my veggie friendly bloggies would have been impressed.
When we first walked in the party and got all the introduction out of the way, my firiend and I made our way to the appetizer table. Truth be told though that I didn't even notice the nibblers. My eyes were set on the bottles of wine summoning my name. Each one with its pretty label, waiting for its time to shine.
I started off with a Sauvignon Blanc and progressively moved to the reds. Before we sat down for dinner I distinctly remembered whispering to my friend that I was so excited to try one of the wine with it's very simple label. I like the name of it - Troubadour 2005.
Dinner was served, stories were told, jokes were made, alcohol was consumed in moderation. As each bottle was emptied, I kept looking towards the kitchen counter where the Troubadour was still sitting. It was the second to the last bottle of the 8 that was already empty. Dessert was served but still the wine was unopened :(
I'm not sure how it all came about but the next thing I knew the wine bottle was opened and I was talking endlessly and asking the vintner question after question about his wine. Then the host mentioned that she was going to Zellerbach Hall in Berkeley for a Bach concert, I think and further found out that the vintner also plays the French Horn for the orchestra.
Wow! Talk about living "The best of both worlds".
His label is still small but he hopes to grow his business and get the attention of wine merchants out there. There's a local wine merchant in my hood called Arlequin Wine Merchant. It would be so cool if they start carrying his wine.
Bloggies, let's help out our local vintner. Christmas is right around the corner and you're probably shopping around for some gift ideas. I suggest the Pinot Noir mainly because this is his baby and a lot of love went into it.
Check it out -
http://www.tayerlewine.com/
Cheers
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