The Mission, a rookie wine drinkers plan to learn and share
Sep 18 2009

Dan Ophardt
The mission
As the Apostle Paul wrote, and President Obama much more recently paraphrased, “When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.”
Today I undertake the ambitious footsteps in the shadows of those great men, and I put away my own childish things.
I am making a commitment to put down the beer. When given a choice, my beverage of choice will be wine. A note for any children in the audience– I am not suggesting that beer or liquor are childish things, in the legal definition of “child.” I do not condone children drinking beer. For these purposes, I am considering my first three years of legal drinking age as my childhood. This note is also extended to men much bigger than I, who have had a lot of beer to drink and would not appreciate being called children, and who might defend their beer drinking to the point of channeling their inner-Serena Williamses and shoving cans of Natty Light down my throat.
A little background
Here’s what I know about wine: it’s made from grapes. The end. I come from a household where the only familiarity I had with wine was the shot of it I took at church every Sunday and the sneaking of sips from the bottle of the cheap champagne left in the cold on the porch every New Year’s Day. Sure, I grew up in Prosser, where there were more blossoming wineries than there were seniors in my graduating class. But even with this proximity to vinification greatness, I absorbed nothing.
In college, I always chose beer. It was cheaper and more abundant. Easy sell; that’s all it took for beer to win my heart. Now, I want my heart back. I’m moving to a big city next year for more school. In a few years, I will probably be in a much different environment than those that I grew up in and went to college in. In preparation, I want to have a good idea as to what wine’s all about. I want to go much further than the only lesson I learned about it in college: a box of Franzia can get you really messed up.
I want to fully understand wine. I want to harness my palate, if I can ever find it. I want to be able to detect the difference between varietals and complexes. I want to be able describe the bouquet. These are all words I learned from the lovely Claire, but they still mean nothing more to me than whatever it is that comes out of Ozzy Osbourne’s mouth.
The purpose
In my quest, I will not only choose wine when given a choice, but I will actively seek out opportunities to advance my palatal training. Here on Palatebomb, I will regurgitate the events and stories that take place while I’m doing so. I know I’m not alone in knowing nothing about wine. For those who are with me, maybe I’ll inspire you with ideas for your own education. Hopefully you will learn from my successes and my failures. Hopefully those of you who already know about wine laugh with me at those failures and give me ideas for more successes. The bottom line is that I’m here not to teach you about wine— there are currently three ladies here more qualified than I’ll ever be to do so. I’m here instead to celebrate the process of enjoying it as I seek to enjoy it myself.
Wish me luck.
And cheers! Do you even say that while drinking wine? Or is it something in French? Italian? Or Californian?

Twitter
Facebook









