I remember, long ago, my parents sitting around our dining room table with their friends, crystal stemware glowing from within like bowls full of rubies in the warmth of candlelight. Their hushed tones as they told “grown up” jokes dissolved into laughter that permeated the house and made me long to be a part of these dinners.
Somewhere along the line, wine became, for me, a symbolic representation of those dinners.
Fast forward 10 years, and I’m a sophomore in college. I have a date with a guy I really like, and I want to show him how worldly, how sophisticated I am. I buy my first set of wine glasses from Crate & Barrel, and that signature white box is a trophy I carry home with me on the Metro.
I make us dinner – spaghetti with marinara sauce I doctor up from a jar of Prego. I make garlic bread. And I serve Franzia White Grenache, which I somehow think is a step up from the ubiquitous White Zinfandel. Of course, I can’t tell the difference. But the guy is impressed, as are his buddy and the buddy’s girlfriend (the four of us have squeezed into the round table in my studio that’s meant to seat three). We sit and chat and laugh for hours, until it’s time to say “goodnight”.
That was the first time I managed to successfully recreate my parents’ dinners in my own home. But it wouldn’t be the last; rather, that dinner became the start of my life as a hostess. And, subconsciously, the start of my thirst for knowledge about wine.
What is it about wine and its ability to bring people together? Certainly, other libations have the same “lubricating” properties… but wine, wine… it’s the elixir of geniality, the potion of repartee.
Over the next two months, I’ll bring you discussions with a series of Bay Area wine professionals. We’ll chat about their first memories of wine, and why they chose their given professions. We’ll explore wine’s life, in all its guts and glory.
I hope you’ll come back two weeks from today, on Sunday April 24th, for the first of these exchanges. In the final installment of the series, I want to tell your stories. So, if you have a good one to share, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
posted by Fatemeh Khatibloo-McClureRelated