I didn’t blog much last week because I had two magazine articles and a rewrite due, along with lots of stuff to do at my payin’ work and a small crisis to deal with on a non-profit board I sit on. Also, I had to cook a couple of hundred bratwurst for charity. So I neglected you, my loyal reader.
I am not ill, nor have I tired of blogging, nor have I given up drinking wine. As evidence of the latter, I give you this photo of one of the bottles that I helped murder Friday night. It was a bitch of a week, and not just for me. All four of us at dinner were glad to pile dirt into the grave of a week that seems to have been engineered to break our spirits.
The Groth was quite lovely — vivid and round in exactly the way you’d expect of an Oakville Cabernet. Somehow complicated and accessible at the same time, which is a neat trick of winemaking. It was so good, I felt guilty chugging it out of the bottle to get as much of it into me in as short a time as possible. People at the restaurant were appalled. But it was that kind of week.
Interestingly, if I fail to write for a few days, my traffic goes up. This leads me to believe that if I didn’t write at all, I would one day be the most popular blog in the world.