—Beer in the Headlights, Slate Magazine

Widmer Hefeweizen
I drank my first in HOTlanta this past june. and it was wiltingly hot in atlanta. but the hefe? it was so refreshing. it was clean and so, so easy to drink. i love the bready-wheaty flavor. i love the cloudiness of the beer. why do people prefer products filtered? like apple juice or cider—ever get the real stuff? the flavors are so much more complex. from what i understand, the hefe is pretty trendy. and the lemon slice—websites galore bemoan the lemon slice. whatever. i'm one of the dorks drinking the cool kid's beer. in late fall/winter til st. pat's day, though, i drink guinness stout with my husband's family. that's the extent of my beer drinking.
wine.
wine is all about the place, the food you eat with it and the people you are with when you consume both the wine and food. at least that's my current theory. to wit: my third date with my husband was an impromptu trip to new orleans. yeh. jezebel. so we eat at the creole kitchen (circa 1995), a literal hole in the wall restaurant with the dining set out in their cozy courtyard. i had a blackened filet mignon, a total food heresy. my husband had a fish dish. we drank a nondescript beaujolais and i fell so hopelessly in love with my husband i still sleep in the same bed with him every night. that's the power of place, food, wine and the person you share it with. here is another story about a less romantic setting, better wine, and a total recommitment of love.

bon appetit!
2 comments:
Nice Job...I was worried you might be insulted. my favorite wine was a cheap german spatlese that my insurance company would give to me on my birthday...I guess they weren't to worried about DUIs. However, My insurance premiums were more expensive than my car payments, but they had me after the first sip.
nope. thought you were throwing me a softball again. did you ever sneak sangria from the family refrig? i also continually had my nose in my grandpa's beer. ah. childhood.
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