Sunday, I could have complained about a lot. I could have complained that it snowed and sleeted and dropped ten degrees while I paced a half marathon. I could have complained that the power went out during the Chiefs game and our guests and I didn’t get to watch it. Or I could have complained that it shouldn’t even be snowing in October to begin with. But instead, what I remember about Sunday aren’t the thing I could have complained about, but rather, that Titus and Sonja and I built our first real snowman together. It was awesome.
That night, before the power went out, we had neighbors over for dinner. We had a huge spread, with ribs and brats, sauerkraut, two kinds of macaroni salad, broccoli salad, three-bean salad, and cheesecake for dessert. It was a genuine feast. And naturally, I paired wine with it.
The Locations series wines, made by Dave Phinney, exemplify the general terroir of a broad region while remaining true to Dave’s overstated flavor profiles. F, as in “France”, this iteration being “F4”, is bold and arguably pretty un-French at 15%, but creatively combines classic Rhone Valley varietals, Grenache and Syrah, with Bordeaux varietals. Great acidity makes it mouthwatering, and it drinks nicely, unlike anything I’ve had before.
“I” is for Italy, of course, and this was another nice wine from the Locations family. A blend of Negroamaro and Nero d’Avola sourced from Puglia, combined with one of Sonja and my favorites, Barbera, sourced from Piemonte, this is a creative take on Italy’s normally understated old world wines. At 14.5% and aged ten months on oak again, it’s a big one.
The final wine we shared from the Locations family was “E”, representing Spain. Spending ten months on oak again, the blend of Garnacha, Tempranillo, Monastrell, and Carinena is refreshing, rich yet easily drinkable, with pronounced and vibrant blueberry notes that I couldn’t help but enjoy. As the night progressed, we passed these around the table and had a great time doing it.
I could complain about… well, anything. We all could. But we all also know that complaining changes nothing. When the power went out, we didn’t watch the game. Instead, Sonja lit candles and our neighbors and I sat around talking politics and sharing a drink. It was a great way to spend the evening. Hell, the Chiefs lost anyway, and again, complaining won’t change that.
Cheers to enjoying yourself, and not complaining,