Let’s make this two in a row! Yesterday’s post featured a soup recipe that I made as part of the Cover-to-Cover 2013 challenge. Now we have this post that’s another one – the Monthly Wine Writing Challenge (MWWC). This is the third such challenge where wine writers devote a post around a one-word theme. There’s voting involved and the winner chooses the theme and the rules. The first theme was “Transportation” and I wrote about Biking through Niagara Wine Country. The second theme was “Trouble,” which I had an abundance of when it came to remembering about the challenge. The deadline just flew right past me. How’s that for meta?
Sally ofMy Custard Pie won the last challenge and chose the theme “Possession.” I’ve been going nutso trying to find a way to link the theme to wine. One of the things that came to mind was…
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We wine geeks splurge on rare, interesting, and expensive bottles. But when to open them? When will the window of drinkability close? Should we keep the experience to ourselves or share (and show off) to friends? Does one even “own”, let alone remember, a wine after drinking it?
THE END’S BEGINNING
In four years my wife and I had amassed eighteen cases of undrunk wine.
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This is the third month for the Monthly Wine Writing Challenge (#MWWC3) and as the winner of last month’s challenge, My Custard Pie had the “honor” of choosing this month’s theme: Possession.
After learning of the theme, I was a bit at a loss–had the theme been “Obsession” I could have easily written for days about my obsession with wine (this is primarily a wine blog after all). “Protection” (as in the way that I needed to protect wine in my cellar from the time when the basement flooded) or even “Depression” (what I feel when I think about all the time and money I have spent on my “Obessession”) would have been perhaps easier to tackle.
“Possession” proved to be far more elusive.
So I did what I usually do when I get a bit of writer’s block, I grab a corkscrew and my favorite glass, and I headed…
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Paris. A dark and stormy afternoon threatened to put a damper on our plans for the day: Notre Dame cathedral, Ste. Chapelle, then a walk to one of the museums nearby.
As we exited the Metro, drizzle became a steady rain. Glad for a respite from the rain, we enjoyed Notre Dame. To think it was all built by hand!
Leaving Notre Dame, we were caught in a downpour. I had hoped to climb the 400 or so stairs to see Paris from the gargoyle’s viewpoint, but it was not to be. Quick, find a dry spot! We jumped over to the Left Bank and spotted a warm little café with a wine bar next door. No question, wine bar. The young owner of both establishments was our host in the wine bar. Julie ordered a warm bowl of filling soup, and I had the plat of the day.
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