Whining and Dining

photo courtesy of Karolina Grabowska/pexels

Last summer, I went to Mexico with Jeannie (I tag her every blog post because we always eat together but go visit her blog, wongzi) and somehow my dad convinced us to go to a “Chocolate and Wine” tasting session. I was reluctant at first because I’m not a fan of wine unless it doesn’t taste like wine (I don’t even know what that means), but eventually agreed to because trying new things is supposedly good.

Here’s a TL;DR of my wine tasting experience:

Prior to the tasting, Jeannie joked about the possibility of the tasting being a “Wine and Cheese” tasting, because those are more common. If this is the first time you’re reading one of my posts, you should know that I like a variety of different things, but I hate cheese. So we showed up to the wine tasting right on time and it was in this half glass room in one of the restaurants that’s surrounded by wine bottles. I didn’t take any photos during this… experience, but Jeannie took a photo of the room with me in the back. We were the first to get there and we patiently waited for everyone to show up.

Wine Tasting Room
photo courtesy of Jeannie who got out of bed to get her phone to find me this photo at 2am

Turns out, only this older couple from the UK were joining us as well as the sommelier. They poured our first round of wine to taste and began to bring out the accompaniment which was when I realized that my worst nightmare was coming true. This really wasn’t a chocolate and wine tasting, it was a wine pairing tasting and the first pairing was white wine with around 5 different types of cheese.

To summarize, I tried the TINIEST bit of each cheese (including bleu cheese, I am very brave) and took a small sip of the wine. However, the sommelier had a specific way of teaching us about the wine and it included getting us to taste it multiple times with and without the pairing of food. The rest of the food that came with the wine tasted great, but only if I tried it without drinking the wine at the same time. The more sips we had to take, the less I could handle the taste of the wine and the more I started to pretend to drink it. Between each of the sips, we would be asked about our opinions on the wine and what flavours we could detect. I thought all the wine tasted like one thing, alcohol. Where did these people taste the apple, pears and wood? (I don’t know if I made that last one up or not). When the sommelier asked me for my opinion I had a “deer in headlights” expression then looked towards Jeannie to make her answer instead because my opinion was that I didn’t like anything but I didn’t want to be a bad sport. After each of the wines, an assistant would come and empty our glasses into those tall black buckets and poured us a new one. I’m pretty sure that the assistant knew I was faking it because he could see the amount of wine in my glass looked untouched, so each time he poured me less and less. (he’s got my back!) After the tasting, I unleashed all my negative thoughts about the wine (whining about wine) to my family (especially my dad because he’s the one who got us into this) and got a coke.

Overall, it was an interesting experience that taught me how to be a better fake-wine-drinker and gave me a funny story to tell everyone.



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