Wine Wanderlust: Sonoma and Europe

If you know me, or if you’ve only casually read this blog, you know I’m slightly obsessed with food. In college I took food writing and food history classes, studied food science, got a degree in nutrition, and even toyed with going to culinary school. So I’m of course going to geek out over a book that brings together food, history, and travel – Bread, Wine, Chocolate: The Slow Loss of Foods We Love by Simran Sethi does all of that.
Although it was a little more science talk than I expected, I loved the stories of the people on the ground toiling away to bring us some of our favorite culinary delights and how our need for consistency bar to bar and bottle to bottle might be putting these simple pleasures in danger of extinction. It left me craving a spread of some of the best,  guiltily thinking about all of the mass produced homogenous items I’ve consumed thus far, and of course dreaming of some far of places. But it also got me to thinking about some of the people creating diverse products like bread, wine, beer, coffee, and chocolate closer to home.
So over the next few weeks I thought I would give a few ideas for exploring one of these culinary treats closer to home and further afield. Seeing that I’ve had a hectic month I thought we should start with wine. That beautiful end to any sort of day.
Enjoy a glass of wine
Closer to home
In the book she talks about a glass of wine that resulted in a sort of transformative experience in her relationship with wine. This wine and the story behind it took wine from something that she could live or live without to an intriguing character with a life of its own.
This wine with transformative powers? Trousseau Gris grown in California at the Fanucchi vineyard and I want a glass. My own journey with wine has been a slow, transformative process and it only seems fitting that I finally make it to Sonoma Valley and enjoy a glass of this pale golden liquid.
Besides while I’m there I have a few other things I’d like to do and see:
Visit Cowgirl Creamery. I tried this cheese while visiting the Ferry Building Marketplace in San Francisco and fell instantly in love. Seeing the actual place it is made would be a dream come true.
Farther afield
As I’ve said, I have had my own relationship with wine. One that started with pure disgust and has morphed into a happy friendship. So it seems only fitting that the first places I head to on a search for wine farther from home would be France, Italy, and Spain. Three places that I have visited and sadly gulped down malt beverages and hard liquor along the way while abstaining from wine.
Until I get these trips planned I’ll sit here with my glass of today’s choice and enjoy thinking about future bottles of great grapes.

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