Baby Steps

     You know what they say about the journey of a thousand steps...something like that. Anyway, we good girls have to build up our tolerance for adventure so I started small with a wine stroll at a nearby plantation. It was a big deal for me though because it was one of the things the BF said he would take me to do waaay back in our early days of heady romance. Three years later I was still waiting. So I decided it was time to take things into my own hands and buy the tickets myself. I'm so glad I did.   I'm not much of a big wine person. In fact, the BF, who is something of a wine buff, teases me about my unsophisticated tastes. I like a cheap red mascato which he scoffs at as barely qualifying as wine. Honestly, I went more for the scenery. But I also thought that knowing something about wine was one of those requirements of a "real grownup." The scenery was gorgeous. It was just chilly enough to be comfortable and everything was in bloom. The wines were less impressive. I tried two types of sangria, a chardonnay, and something that we referred to as the kitchen sink wine because it claimed to have a little bit of everything in including cappuccino. I thought for sure I would like I wine that tasted like cappuccino, but...no. Maybe I would have enjoyed it better if I'd done a little research. Like, what the hell is a zinfandel? But there's nothing adventurous about knowing what you're getting into, right? But just in case you're interested here are the three C's to tasting wine from the Biltmore Estate's vineyards.http://www.biltmore.com/wine/wine-101/wine-basics
And I'll leave you with pictures of the scenery.