<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785052801142231466</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:46:52.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just a Little Crush</title><subtitle type='html'>A WINE BLOG</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlecrush.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/785052801142231466/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlecrush.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335509953866213385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alAVviol-FM/SnVG0JzUoNI/AAAAAAAAALc/SbwptZvqb9E/S220/DSC00965.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785052801142231466.post-562548128412904044</id><published>2009-07-30T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:36:44.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South American Travels</title><content type='html'>I just got home from an amazing trip to Brazil, Argentina and Uruguay. The main reasons for this trip were to visit my dear, lovely sister and to drink good wine with my dear, lovely sister! And, we definitely consumed a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vinho&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_alAVviol-FM/SnX4ujRfQyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/QVCqPZiJGJE/s1600-h/DSC00879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_alAVviol-FM/SnX4ujRfQyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/QVCqPZiJGJE/s320/DSC00879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365468009708077858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat ironically, the most vivid moments from my trip are those that took place over glasses of wine! I love how wine can bring you back to that very special moment in time. Three particular varietals made a lasting impression on me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Malbec&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rosé&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Malbec&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tannat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Malbec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rosé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: It was my second day in Brazil, and after being at the beach all day, nothing sounded better than a nice dry, crisp, glass of wine. My sister and I ended up ordering a bottle of &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Malbec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;rosé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from Argentina at this little Italian bistro in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ipamena&lt;/span&gt;. The wine had the color of ruby red grapefruit and the smell reminded me of strawberries and the sea. It was the perfect wine to sit and catch up with my sister whom I hadn't seen in seven months. We laughed, we cried, we drank another bottle. Enough said.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alAVviol-FM/SnX18j9QB7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/t2oIqeKLHqU/s1600-h/DSC00874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alAVviol-FM/SnX18j9QB7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/t2oIqeKLHqU/s320/DSC00874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365464951874914226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Malbec&lt;/span&gt;: It was seriously cold in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Buenos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Aires&lt;/span&gt;, and the best way to warm up was with a huge piece of red meat and a full glass of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Malbec&lt;/span&gt;.  My absolute favorite cut of meat was the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Think beef tenderloin but better, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and wrapped in bacon&lt;/span&gt;. The meat melted in my mouth. Then after taking a sip of  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Malbec&lt;/span&gt;, I was left with a rich &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;velvety&lt;/span&gt; texture that I have never experienced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;. I was in a food coma and the only thing I could think was, "I  just consumed some of the world's best beef and wine".&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alAVviol-FM/SnX2p7SzrbI/AAAAAAAAAME/Z7xfWj9fbVQ/s1600-h/DSC00966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alAVviol-FM/SnX2p7SzrbI/AAAAAAAAAME/Z7xfWj9fbVQ/s320/DSC00966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365465731233459634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Tannat&lt;/span&gt;: A friend of my sister's recommended that we stay at this cozy bed and breakfast right outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Colonia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;del&lt;/span&gt; Sacramento in Uruguay. La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;los&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Limoneros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is located in the place they call the "Tuscany of Uruguay." We stayed right next to vineyards that produce the nation's most popular varietal, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Tannat&lt;/span&gt;. Coming from California, I was excited to learn about a varietal I was completely unfamiliar with. Apparently,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Tannat&lt;/span&gt; was brought over by the Turkish, and now Uruguay is one of the only places in the world where the varietal grows and thrives. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Tannat&lt;/span&gt; will forever remind me of the wonderful stay we had at La &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;los&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Limoneros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alAVviol-FM/SnX3U1NduRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/9Su8QnhVc2k/s1600-h/DSC00960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alAVviol-FM/SnX3U1NduRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/9Su8QnhVc2k/s320/DSC00960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365466468334811410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the next time I am able to savor my new friends--&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Malbec&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Rosé&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Malbec&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Tannat&lt;/span&gt;, I will instantly be whisked away to South America with my dear, lovely sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/785052801142231466-562548128412904044?l=alittlecrush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlecrush.blogspot.com/feeds/562548128412904044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlecrush.blogspot.com/2009/07/south-american-travels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/785052801142231466/posts/default/562548128412904044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/785052801142231466/posts/default/562548128412904044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlecrush.blogspot.com/2009/07/south-american-travels.html' title='South American Travels'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335509953866213385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alAVviol-FM/SnVG0JzUoNI/AAAAAAAAALc/SbwptZvqb9E/S220/DSC00965.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_alAVviol-FM/SnX4ujRfQyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/QVCqPZiJGJE/s72-c/DSC00879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785052801142231466.post-1995032106483379108</id><published>2009-06-05T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:47:53.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_alAVviol-FM/SimICdV4v_I/AAAAAAAAALU/kyg-qIPQcJY/s1600-h/sparking+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_alAVviol-FM/SimICdV4v_I/AAAAAAAAALU/kyg-qIPQcJY/s320/sparking+rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343952008669347826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after work a couple of co-workers and I stopped in at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SPQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; to get a glass of wine. We decided that it would be best to share a bottle, and we all agreed bubbles were the way to go! Sparkling wines are just bottles of fun waiting to happen :) First, we tasted the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Coffele&lt;/span&gt;, Soave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Spumante&lt;/span&gt; Brut. It was light, crisp and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vesty&lt;/span&gt;. Something I would love to make a toast with on a special &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt;. We were feeling a little more saucey so we decided on a bottle of sparkling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rosé&lt;/span&gt;. The Col &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;’ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Salici&lt;/span&gt;, Brut &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rosé&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Veneto&lt;/span&gt; NV  is a blend of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Prosecco&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Raboso&lt;/span&gt;, Merlot, and Cabernet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sauvignon&lt;/span&gt;. It's color was beautiful, a crystal light pink. The color reminded me of a clear rose quartz--rocks you can get at gift shops in the Black Hills of South Dakota.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;rosé&lt;/span&gt; had a nose of light strawberries and freesia. The taste was crisp, a little dry, and finished with a soft note of  grapefruit. This wine is perfect for a girl's night - sitting around in pajama's while drinking and singing "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun"!!! We just couldn't get enough and got two more bottles to prove it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great wine + great friends = priceless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/785052801142231466-1995032106483379108?l=alittlecrush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlecrush.blogspot.com/feeds/1995032106483379108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlecrush.blogspot.com/2009/06/bubbles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/785052801142231466/posts/default/1995032106483379108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/785052801142231466/posts/default/1995032106483379108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlecrush.blogspot.com/2009/06/bubbles.html' title='Bubbles!!!!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335509953866213385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alAVviol-FM/SnVG0JzUoNI/AAAAAAAAALc/SbwptZvqb9E/S220/DSC00965.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_alAVviol-FM/SimICdV4v_I/AAAAAAAAALU/kyg-qIPQcJY/s72-c/sparking+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785052801142231466.post-7657970444235774015</id><published>2009-05-28T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:49:21.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>I just finished an eight-week course that covered different wine regions of the world and popular varietals within each region.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Let's just say, there was a lot of information to take in and I still feel like I have so much more to learn.)&lt;/span&gt; Each class was divided into a lecture and then we tasted about 12 wines. Of course, I enjoyed tasting wines from all over the world, but I also learned that it's challenging to come up with creative tasting notes. Therefore, I am creating this blog to talk about wine in fun and familiar ways. Let's just say it's my approach to bring a little more life into the wine I am drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to get started, I thought it would be fun to see what I already have popped open. I am am pretty sure this wine is past it's life expectancy, since I got it from class a week ago, but why not? Let's see if there is any life left I can suck out this this 2006 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barbera&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial smell is dishwasher detergent. Note to self, it's a good idea to buff the glass first. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;, my second whiff after a few good swirls I get floral bouquet with a hint of light spice. I think it's giving off the floral nose because it has been in contact with to much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oxygen&lt;/span&gt;. After tasting the wine, I can definitely tell it's been open for too long. It's a little watery and has a soft finish of over-riped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;huckleberrys&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately, I can't get much else out of this wine. Looking back at my notes from a week ago, I described this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Barbera&lt;/span&gt; as "Posh Spice", &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;spicy&lt;/span&gt; but the dry finish and notes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;berries&lt;/span&gt; that made it kinda sexy and naughty. Also, I wrote that I wanted to pair it with the red pepper chicken curry from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pakwan&lt;/span&gt;. Obviously, this wine was much more fun and enjoyable the first time around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/785052801142231466-7657970444235774015?l=alittlecrush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlecrush.blogspot.com/feeds/7657970444235774015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlecrush.blogspot.com/2009/05/introduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/785052801142231466/posts/default/7657970444235774015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/785052801142231466/posts/default/7657970444235774015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlecrush.blogspot.com/2009/05/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335509953866213385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alAVviol-FM/SnVG0JzUoNI/AAAAAAAAALc/SbwptZvqb9E/S220/DSC00965.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
