I don’t take well to being bossed about, not even by myself, which is why I don’t often make resolutions for the New Year. Last year I did have two (secret ones) which I am pleased to say I kept.
For 2013 I am renewing my pledge not to have an alcoholic drink unless I actually want it. This is basically another way of saying I will continue to do exactly as I please. Ought to be simple but easier said than done. People are constantly trying to make you drink when you don’t want to, because apparently you’re NOT having FUN unless you are ingesting alcohol. Also sometimes the drink on offer doesn’t actually taste very nice and there isn’t really any reason to swallow it except that it’s expected. And it’s in your hand. Also sometimes there is a really, really nice bottle of Chablis open in the fridge and I don’t particularly want a drink but it’ll taste old by tomorrow. And it’s really, really lovely. And I don’t want to miss the chance to pour myself a glass….Tricky, but a wasted alcoholic unit is more of a shame than a waste of wine. Besides, you could say it’s a waste of wine either way. So that’s the aim and I think it will mean drinking a little less but getting more pleasure out of it.
Here are some other wine tasks I have set myself for January:
1. Find a good sangiovese for under a tenner. Just love the crenellations of sangiovese and with all the staying in (not sure if the tax deadline was deliberately planned to fall at the end of a month traditionally devoted to abstinence but it sure helps with the saving up to pay it) and running I intend to do, I know I’ll be eating a lot of pasta – starting tonight with orecchiette with broccoli, garlic and chilli.
2. Buy some more burgundy 2010. On American Express, obviously. Yes, I know, this is what Dog (who is a person, not an actual dog) would call “wine narg speak”. But. It is just so insanely, gloriously good. And with a run of short harvests in ’10, ’11 and ’12 I tell myself it may prove a drinking investment.
3. Find a wine that my friend Laura likes as much as picpoul de pinet. She is addicted to the stuff. I can see why. Less shouty than sauvignon blanc. More interesting than pinot grigio. But still unoaked, crisp, thirst-slaking and beautifully saline so that your first sip feels as bracing as a walk along a cliff-top, without the bother of leaving the sofa. The one that most meets her approval, and mine, is top right. We also like the fact that picpoul comes in a special, high-necked picpoul-shaped bottle.