Well, this is the second night in a row that I’ve been sitting at home doing nothing.
All because of a dog.
Don’t get me wrong. I love this dog. And I love having him around so when I talk to myself, I don’t sound like a total nut.
And also don’t think that I didn’t try to hang out with people. Ashley and Phillipe (the upstairs neighbors) were watching him most of the day yesterday because Brian and I both had to work, and when I picked up Ra (who is Brian’s brother Chris’ dog), I asked if they were doing anything later, and to let me know because I’d love to tag along. They either didn’t do anything, or didn’t want to invite me. Which is okay. I knew from the start of this move that a vast majority of Brian’s friends weren’t very receptive to me or my move because of a huge fight we had back in January. Brian turned to his friends for support, and they were great at it, but now they all, at the very least, are extremely wary of me.
So, because of the lack of something better to do, I workout a lot, read, watch TV, watch movies, and of course, spend lots of time at the wine store.
And that’s what I’m doing tonight. And most likely all the other nights for a while. It’s sad, I know, and pathetic (“Just go out and make some friends, Katharine!” Not that easy–too many people here just want to take advantage of everyone else, and too many creepers in the bars, and I don’t think the other people at work go out much, and if they do, they don’t tell the interns about it).
Alright, I’ll get started. I found this chard in Redondo Beach, at my new favorite store, Total Wines. I really wanted to find something that was close to the chard that broke all over the kitchen about a month ago so that Brian could at least drink something other than my typical red blend for once. How nice of me. But it was a good choice. It’s also from France, and I think this may be my first French wine! I picked this one up for under $10 (I think, which is pretty good for a French wine).
Unoaked chards–you guessed it–don’t have any woody flavor. This one recommends being served cold, which isn’t a chore considering it is summer, and getting quite warm outside. On the nose, this one almost smells like a riesling or a moscat cannelli. But it’s not! In most chardonnays, the oak gives it the zing on the end, but I can still smell the tartness in this one–like an almost-ripe peach. I get some melon (cantaloupe or honeydew perhaps) with a hint of lemon.
On the tongue, this definitely has the typical chard taste. But I get lots of summery fruits, like peaches, light lemon and melon (same as the nose) in this one. The good ole chard taste still rises at the end (and it’s not my favorite, mind you). This definitely isn’t the same as the one we lost (RIP Girasole steel-aged chard. We’ll meet again someday), as it isn’t quite as well, and it’s a little heavier. This one almost reminds me of a boxed wine, and certainly is far from the best chard I’ve had (which was probably the Girasole).
But I guess I’ll just have to wash it down with the temperanillo in the cabinet…