18th Annual Monterey Winery Association Tasting: August 7, Monterey, CA

One of my personal goals includes constantly educating my palate. I do this to both learn to be a better taster and to know more about wine, but also because, like every other wine lover, I’m out to find the next greatest wine to drink. I try to encourage my readers to do the same thing, and the main way I do that is to push them to go to large public tasting events, where they can try dozens and dozens of wines side by side. For me, there is a sharp dividing line in my past. The time before I went to such tastings, and the time after I went to such tastings. Before attending these big events, my deepest education about a wine variety or region came from visiting somewhere. I’d go on vacation and tour some wineries, or I’d head up to wine country for the day, and I’d probably end up tasting 30 or 40 wines in the course of a few days. Or maybe I’d hold a blind tasting of a particular sort of wine with a tasting group. Such activities …

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RAIN RAIN GO AWAY

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OR I’LL HAVE TO BAKE ALL DAY! I love Autumn. I really do. It’s the incessant, never-ending rain that the change of seasons brings that I gets me down. I am not a rain person. Bundled up in my huge, padded coat, cap pulled down snuggly on my head to my ears, sneakers or, worse, rubber boots, on my feet, I’ve got on my frumpy dork look as I tromp out of our building and over to the market for provisions. I feel less like a chic Frenchwoman on her way to browse through the gaily colored market stalls and more like a badly dressed Girl Scout slithering her way through the wilds of an unknown, dangerous land foraging for anything edible. My face gets splotchy, my hair frizzes, my bangs curl up, making me look like some cartoon character, the dorky one in the back of the class. But if I am lucky enough that I don’t have to leave the house on one of these drab, gray, wet days, if I can stay all cozy warm inside, then I just want to bake. I peek out of the kitchen door and reassure myself that Marty is snuggled up against the hot radiator, pouting for lack…

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