If I drink wine from BC am I a locavore? I feel like I am – but maybe I’m just a patriot. I do live in Ontario and the distance between my house and the interior of British Columbia is 1000 miles shorter than the drive from Paris to Moscow! Ridiculous country.
I can’t decide
I do know that there are many good wines from BC coming this weekend to an LCBO near you!
Sometimes the stories behind a wine are just as interesting as the wine itself. Often they are better. James in Paris hooked me up with these two bottles.
The rosé from an Albanian friend who distributes for Famille Sumeire – a small family winery in Provence. The 1998 Reserva Rioja from an Irishman living in Paris who collected this bottle while living in Spain. He gave it to James in Paris as a thank you for helping him move the contents of his cellar (or “cave” as the French have it) two blocks down the road to his new home.
Both were fantastic wines. Why I ended up with them is simply a story of generosity. Thanks James in Paris.
And thanks Brother in Spain who cooked this canard for me in Paris to enjoy with the wine.
I plan to vacation in Reims, the biggest city in the province of Champagne, someday and then travel south. My only concern is that I might stick around the Champagne region drinking bubbly the entire time – that would completely ruin my plans.
I just finished reading a book, Champagne: How the World’s Most Glamorous Wine Triumphed Over War and Hard Times, by Don and Petie Kladstup. Imagine what life has been like for les Champenoise - the people who live smack in between Paris and Germany. From 1870 until the end of WWII three wars were fought on the soil of Champagne. At the end of WWII in 1945 the population of France was actually lower than it was in 1800! Incredible.
A good book on history is a good book of stories. The stories of Napoleon, Churchill, Capone, many French Kings named Louis, and a few Czars and Kaisers thrown into the mix make for great reading. Also, if you are interested in drinking great Champagne then the stories of Roederer, Clicquot, and Chandon could be savoured over a flute of “party juice”.
Best of all, I got it at the library, returned it on time, and saved my money. Probably should celebrate that with a bottle of the real stuff.