Once upon a time, there was a fledgling wine industry. In an area that had been been dominated by peach and cherry orchards, trees were felled and vines were planted. The grape varietals that were chosen were those that had done well in similar soils, in similar...
Back in February, I had the pleasure of sampling some tasty Chiantis that are being privately imported into San Miguel de Allende at a wine-pairing lunch (you can read about it here:...
“Sicily is a land of contrasts, with a tremendous heritage of old vines. The old vines remind us that Sicily has true biodiversity, and these varieties perfectly reveal the complexity of the appellations of the island while being particularly well-suited to the...
For most of my life I ranked France clearly on the top rung of the ladder when it came to wine. But then I started to spend a considerable amount of time in Mexico. And in Mexico there wasn’t much French wine to be had. Here, the big three countries, as far as retail...
Chianti may not have been the first wine I ever bought. But I’m sure it was close. And like a lot of firsts in life, it has become a cherished memory. I know why I bought it. And you probably did too. I bought it for the fiasco, which is what the bottle inside the...
Mussels almost smack dab in the middle of Mexico? Maybe it’s crazy to even think about them. But I do. And often. I’ve always wanted mussels (yes, pun definitely intended, and particularly in the upper arms). I have since I was about 20 (nobody ate mussels before I...
Recent Comments