It’s the early hours of New Year’s Eve and what do I have on my mind? The fact I cannot, yet, download photos to my blog. My desktop computer went south and Dave bought me a new one but all the programs need to be transferred, including Picasa, my photo program; hopefully, soon.
Hardly ever do I stay up to see the New Year in; the dogs like to go to bed early and as they are elderly now, our lives revolve around their needs. However, in early evening, Dave and I will drink a bottle of St. Hilaire Brut sparkling wine also known as Blanquette de Limoux. At the time of former President’s Thomas Jefferson‘s death, his wine celler was about ten percent Blanquette de Limoux and the only sparkling wine kept on hand.
In the mid-1500’s, the Benedictine Monks, in the southern foothills of the Limoux region of France and of the Abbey of Saint-Hilaire, made sparking wine more than one hundred years before they made champagne. Dom Perignon is reported to have said, upon tasting champagne…or was it sparkling wine…for the first time, “I think I am tasting the stars.”
I think champagne and sparkling wine are both a bit like “tasting the stars”; the stuff dances on the tongue, teases the nose, pleases the eye and, if drunk judiciously, doesn’t give a big head. We purchase St. Hilaire at a delightful wine shop in Blacksburg, VA and it costs, around, $12 a bottle. Certainly affordable even for the occasional “it’s Tuesday and aren’t we glad we’re alive” days and absolutely affordable for New Year’s Eve and other celebrations.
Sheesh. I think I need a life.
Blessings ~ photos ~ new computer ~ the promise of the coming year ~ champagne ~ sparking wine ~