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Tonight I played Sommelier for Josh and Katy, who came over to watch my DVD of “Spellbound.” (Not the fantastic Hitchcock movie, but the fantastic documentary about the National Spelling Bee. I love it!)

Josh and Katy sat on the couch with Lauren.

“Do you have anything to drink?” asked Katy.

“Oh, I’m fine,” I said.

“I mean, for me?” she pressed.

“Oh,” I said.

“There’s beer and Smirnoff Ice,” offered Lauren.

“Mmmhmm,” said Katy, her body language gesturing towards the wine on our counter.

“And there’s wine,” I said.

“Perfect!” said Katy eagerly.

We selected a chilled bottle of Chardonnay from the fridge.


I know nothing about wine. This Chardonnay is Alamos. Is that good? Is that bad? I know nothing about wine.

I presented the wine to Greedy Wine-Drinker Katy:


I poured a drop into her glass.

She sipped expertly.

“Delicious!” she declared.

I poured everyone a glass:


We agreed that it was oaky. (“Why don’t you write a book about it,” says John Steinbeck.) I suggested that there was an apricot undertaste. Katy nodded. Did she agree?

“This wine is really good,” she concluded.

“Yes,” we agreed and watched the movie.

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