It’s Easter weekend, lamb is on the menu and I’m in America trying to be American. However, on a visit to the local wine store I found my cart full of French wine – a Champagne, a Burgundy, and a lovely delicate white also from Burgundy. The wine matched the menu but I have a rule to try and blend in when I’m in America. It’s also not easy to blend in because I know I am a smug Canadian whenever I hear somebody talking hockey – “I understand, you don’t”, is what is always on the tip of my tongue. It’s only my good manners (another annoying Canadian trait) that keeps me from saying anything. Also, I try not to apologize all the time for things that I didn’t even do.
My “blend in” strategy is partly to drink American wine. So I put back the Champagne and picked up a Mumm sparkling wine from California. Likewise the French white went back on the shelf in favor (American spelling of favour) of a delicate Viognier from Cline. The only thing I couldn’t do was put back the Burgundy – $15 for a $35 bottle of wine? I had to keep it. Come to think of it, how very American of me.





