mmmmmaaaahhhhhhh where can I get a cat like this?!
Area Cat Loves NPR
The Fluffington Post has learned exclusively that the local kitten pictured above is absolutely bonkers for NPR. ”He listens to their podcasts non-stop on his iPod,” said a source close to the situation. “His one complaint is that All Things Considered rarely covers pressing cat issues.”
Via deadoll.
(via npr)
During a brief I’m-moving-to-Orlando period, I explored Winter Park. Coasting down 17-92, I drove off the road (into a parking lot) in excitement when I spotted a farmer’s market selling 2-for-$10 bottles of wine. After browsing the racks for a creepily long period of time, picking up and setting down bottles two and three times, I walked out with this bottle of 100% Tempranillo and an avocado. The avocado is irrelevant, but it was expensive. Just trying to get my money’s worth here.
Since this wine blending seminar attended by Amy Tammymanga and myself, I’ve been consumed with finding bottles that list the percentages of each wine variety comprising their particular blend. One hundred percent of this Vacceos wine was Tempranillo, which I was thrilled about.
The color is a beautiful blush. I was reminded of a sunset - that area just above the sun as it disappears beyond the horizon. A breathtaking orange-ish red.
The aroma seemed to me to be the skin of strawberries, sometimes cherries. (Let me just say for a second - I think I’m acquiring some identification skills in the crushed grapes department. My nose told me strawberries, and my wine bible agreed!)
The appearance totally misled me on the vintage’s taste. Although it is a blush, it is not cloying sweet. Instead it was simple and refreshing, with the lightness of a white on the tongue, and the deepness of a red at the finish.

Rotten wine: Late harvest Riesling
Last week, Abby presented me with a delicious bottle of birthday wine: Hogue’s late harvest Riesling, from Columbia Valley, Washington. Unbeknownst to her, I’d be longing to try this particular variety for weeks!
Apparently, Riesling is not produced abundantly in the US as a result of the high demand for many other type of wine, although it is very popular elsewhere (thanks wine bible! (aka “The Oxford Companion to Wine”). In order for this white wine’s refreshing acidity to develop, its growing climate must be sufficiently cool. (A warm-weather produced Riesling would taste very dull.) The minerality of the vineyard soil is almost important, because the flavors are strongly reflected in the final product. I will refrain from commenting much on the mineraly/steely taste until I can do it proper justice, so you’ll just have to take me at my word when I say it adds something quite nice, and is not at all nasty, like you would think. Other flavors typically present in the thirst-quenching Riesling are orange peel and assorted honeyed fruit flavors (such as lemon and apricot).
Now to the rotten bit. The qualifier “late harvest” means the wine has been botryized, or affected by noble rot. This occurs when the grapes are left on the vine past usual collection time until they, well, rot. Botryized wines are much sweeter than their regular harvest time siblings, and can be bottle aged for longer periods.
Late harvest Riesling still absolutely delicious: refreshing and sweet!
Second wine tasting: Gris v. Grigio
The muddy green, fluted bottle of the Oregon-produced Kudos Pinot Gris certainly contrasted with the nearly clear bottle of the Italian Conte Priola Pinot Grigio. The taste contrast was no different. The strength and extreme citrus flavor of Oregon’s offering washed out the faint Italian vintage. Seriously - if you took a glass of Kudos and cut it with water, you’d have this Conte Priola. Pinot Grigio is already a very tame wine, which makes it brilliant for an afternoon of sipping.
I’m thinking the Conte Priola is going to be prefect for the amateur wine imbiber, or if you’re in the mood to drink water but all that’s filling your glass is wine. The Kudos would be just wonderful for anything.
(In case you needed anymore evidence of the superiority of the West Coast’s big O, here it is: lovely Pinot Gris).