I have to admit, that I enjoy wine so much that I started to write about it. I often remind you that I am not an authority or even profess to being one. The school I went to for wines, was the school of hard knocks. Everything that I have learned about wine is from my own self-studies. I am not rich and every wine or meal that I have ever had for the most part is by sacrificing something else for that occasion. In my “About” page I have a terse statement of what my goals for The Wine Raconteur are: “A non-technical wine site, where I get to talk about my memories, and the smiles that the wine makers skills have given to me. I just wish I had more of some of the wines to share with you, and to taste again. Though some are etched in the back of my brain, with the brazen defiance that I will never surpass that one perfect bottle, but I keep trying.”
I am getting close to my one-thousandth article, which to me, is a bit of an achievement. I have written about my early days of my youth, right about to the present, and I have written about all points of time in between, when something jogs my memory. Thank God that I have been a pack rat most of my life, as opposed to a member of the Rat Pack; and that is why I am able to post most of the time, not only a wine label, but usually a curio from the moment as well, like a matchbook.
This article or something like it, should have been saved for my thousandth article, but I will write something more upbeat for that time. I recently had the first negative response to my writings, which I did not allow to be published, but the words of the writer bothered me. I had to sit back and think about it for a while. I received these words “While you may know a thing or two about wine, your blog is nothing more than a weekly story about yourself. Really stop!”
I had to ponder this statement. The more I thought about it, the more I thought about what I was doing, and blogs are personal journeys. While I follow many wine blogs and I always try to be encouraging, the ones that I enjoy most are the personal accounts, not just reviews on a wine, though I appreciate reading those as well to, I don’t feel that I am such an authority to make fiats about wine. I relish reading about my fellow bloggers that go to conferences, elaborate wine tastings and even the wine junkets that some of them have the honor of going to; as I live vicariously through their words and images. I am amazed at the wonderful articles about the wines that they receive from wineries and agencies for their appraisals. Perhaps I am doing something wrong, as my memories all came from the wallet.
I have decided though that I will continue writing the only way I know how and that is with the “conceit” that I am having a tete-a-tete with some one sitting at a table as we both enjoy a glass or two of wine. As I look back over all of my writings I have written on wines as diverse Charles Shaw’s “Three Buck Chuck” and Barefoot to the wines of the DRC and some of the first growths of the Medoc. I have been blessed to have tried so many different wines. I have also written about home cooked meals, carry-outs and even left-overs that have been paired with wines to elaborate dinner parties. I have written about small local eateries to some of the finest restaurants in the country. I would not be willing to give up any of these memories, and there are many more to be recounted. After all that is what a raconteur does, in spite of criticisms. I am that old uncle at the dinner table that can keep the table entertained with stories, some that have been edited to make them suitable for all ages.