At least this one is.
I've admitted I like trying new wines, especially those reccomended by other people.
Follow where the shepherds direct, I suppose.
Been a term of contempt on wine boards for so long as I've participated on them.
Always thought following the shepherds would keep me safe.
But ... that can get you in trouble too, as this tale will tell.
I shopped at the Market Basket for some lovely tuna, delicious blueberries, fresh peas -- all recommended by my doctor (and Janet).
I went next door to the Endless Vine.
Bought a 2005 Dr. L as suggested by Robin for Wine of the month on WLDG Light.
Bought a 2004 Condrieu by Guigal as suggested by Jenise for Wine Focus on WLDG Heavy.
Loaded my cart and remembered one of the finest tasting notes I've ever read [by Jim Cowan]:
"NV Toffoli Prosecco ($10-12). I had just finished shopping at Trader Joe's for my weekly pantry maintenance, when I saw a fifty-ish man in a floral print shirt, Dockers and old loafers hop up on the back of his cart. He proceeded to ride along the gentle slope right to his car. Following his example (and much to three year old Michael's delight) I did the same. Just that bit of breeze and fun on a hot, muggy day made me feel refreshed. The fellow shot me a knowing smile and drove off. It was a brief encounter, but it still makes me happy. I should do that more often. Happy summer, friends. LM.
I do not expect you to understand this note but, is it possible to feel it? Best, Jim."
The note was no sooner rembered, but Jim's good advice was put into action.
The cart clattered with a charming uproar.
We swooped down the gentle slope in full control.
We stopped with a flourish at our red pickup -- much to Clive's delight at seeing me back. [Clive is two and a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel.]
Every positive happy result -- just as Jim experienced.
Ted, one of my advisers in the produce department at the Market Basket, was gathering carts.
He shook his finger.
"Muy peligroso, Señor. Muy peligroso."
I was crestfallen.
I threw the wine and groceries in the truck body, pushed the cart over to Ted, and slunk away.
At least Clive was happy with me.
It may not be as bad as I fear.
I think Ted was smiling at me as Clive and I drove away.
Or was that a smirk?
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