Well, it’s been a long month for being literally the shortest month of the year. But February is behind me, and I guess any February you can walk away from can’t have been that bad.
It was actually really, really awful. Which has had some of my sister’s wisdom on my mind over the past couple of weeks. So, today’s Golden Nugget is courtesy of my wise older – and only – sister.
We had been discussing wine, tangentially, while trading texts. I was complaining about having to get a refill and she teased me about how she had trained my nephew to fetch, or something.
I was immediately jealous and found myself questioning my indirect and situational lack of progeny. I teased my sister a little, but also praised developing a solid, gentlemanly skill like pouring wine at an early age. I think the ‘Phew was 15 or 16 at the time. And frankly, knowing a good pour is an important part of enjoying wine.
Here’s how to enjoy – truly, legitimately – wine:
Start with good wine.
Decant or aerate.
Serve in glassware that enhances the overall sensory experience.
Repeat step three.
A little known fact, or adhered to, as I’ve come to learn and experience – and practice – is that good wine glasses are made to hold a 3 ounce pour (I think it’s 3, might be 5…I’m old and get confused!) that allows the bowl to hold the wine and keep the bouquet from escaping so that you enjoy the wine and aroma as part of the same enhanced experience.
How precious, right?
Still, it’s a fact.
So, how do you know if you’ve got a good wine glass? Here’s a fun tip: filling your glass visually to the hip or curve of the bowl should be 3 ounces. If you have a good wine glass, the bowl should be shaped so that you can lay the wine glass on its side and the 3 oz pour doesn’t spill out.
Here’s another weird wine fact: there are about five perfect pours in a bottle. Five. This is perfectly symbolic of my singlehood, reinforcing that there’s no one for me to share with.
My sister and her wisdom was, basically, “Fuck that” in teaching her boy to pour. She taught him to pour with a heavy hand. I was offended, me and my delicate sensibilities, but I got it. There was no telling whether the boy would be around when she needed a refill versus playing a vidya game or just being out screwing around, like kids do.
Get it, sis.
Here’s the impact this wisdom has had on my life, I usually drink wine alone or with the Silver Fox. Instead of arguing about the extra glass – which is mine, of course – we split the bottle into two servings each.
It works well. Except on nights like the other night, where he says he can only have one glass. You’d think that would throw off our delicate balance, until he comes out of the kitchen with a full glass. The Fox is pretty low key, so when he does something so overtly hilarious, I really cherish it.
Personally? Over the last couple of years, I’m down to three servings in a bottle.
This works well for me. Especially on nights where The Fox and I watch some TV and split a bottle. He’ll leave after we finish our two glasses and a few shows so that I can, presumably, head to bed.
If I’m not ready for bed just yet, I’ll open a bottle and have another drink.
Sometimes I’ll even finish that second bottle.
But here’s where being me really pays off:
I had 2 glasses with the Silver Fox and 3 glasses by myself.
There are 5 glasses in a bottle of wine.
Despite what my recycling bin tries to tell me the next morning, I’ve had 1 bottle of wine.
Is it semantics or is it some antics?
With me, I think you know what you’re getting.
And, yes…this TIL was posted out of order. The month called for this topic to move up the list. TIL #2 will be along soon enough!