This is my ode to summer… or to summer on its way out the door. The song is great background music while reading the post, but ¡OJO! the video is a bit disturbing. I’m Pink: “Summer! Please don’t leave me!” (Maybe it is more disturbing, now that I have drawn that metaphorical line between Pink and me?)
I am into white wines! Summer! Please don’t leave me! I stopped in at the liquor store today looking for a nice Albariño. Albariño shrieks “SUMMER!” It is produced in the northwestern corner of Spain, in the Rias Baixas area of the province of Galicia (in kelly green). It cries for fresh fish, pulled out of the water in the morning, thrown on a grill whole, and served to you that evening with the head still on. The first year I studied in Spain, 19 years old, hailing from Central New York, I proudly declared “I don’t like fish!” I refused throughout those entire ten months to even sample seafood, without realizing that I hated seafood because in Central New York it is NEVER FRESH! (And my mother did not know how to cook it???) (Please don’t tell Mom I said that.)
So I was in search of Albariño today, but my local liquor store had never heard of the grape. Had I driven the extra five miles, I would have found several options at Empire Wine. Instead, I found a Spanish white, a 2009 Shaya from Segovia. It was thin and too fruity to be taken seriously. It will be cooking wine tomorrow or Wednesday. Search out an Albariño for this wonderful sunny fall week we have ahead, and find some fresh fish with the head on!