Ich liebe wine.

I like Pesach. I’m not so mad at it anymore. Judaism works for me because I am a huge advocate of change and challenges in every corner. It builds character. Pesach gives you the challenge for 8 days of changing the way you eat and spiritualizing a different aspect of your life.
Pesach is the most complicated holiday in my book. “At least on Yom Kippur we don’t even have to think about anything but Praying all day!” exclaims a friend. The Grocery stores are lined with plastic, easing our decision on what we should buy that is Kosher for Pesach. I’ve relied on baked chicken and instant mash potatoes.
Let’s talk about the wine. It’s ALL on sale. Three for 100 shekels. Four for 100 shekels. Yarden, Binyamin, white, red, Muscat.. drink us! they say to me. Buy a set of bottles, get a special Yarden wine key. I am liking it.
I place the bunch on the check out table. I double bag them, they fall through -right on my big toe. They do not break, I am grateful. In the U.S the store would replace the broken bottles due to faulty bags. I don’t think Israeli supermarkets would give us that right.
I come home, and proudly stock my wine rack. I’ve been a strict Cabernet girl since I could remember. After many wine classes and much upscale waitressing, a smooth cab makes my tongue watery, in Israel- I run into dry corks and chalky residue- maybe it’s the storage, maybe the wine itself. Either way, all is forgiven as Pesach rolls around and corks have changed to plastic.
I pretend I am a connoisseur of wine, I let it spin in my wine glass, I test it- curving my tongue and breathing in the aroma. “A hint of berries” I announce. “Oak barrel and slightly smoky.” I state. I let the wine spin around my glass and watch the finger-like traces fall back into the glass. “Not too watery” I remark.
I do not smell the cork- it’s more a time consuming tradition than actually judging the quality of the wine. If the cork breaks, I attribute it to bad storage vs. the quality of the wine. How am I to know? One day I’ll tour the vineyards to know a little more. Perhaps one day I’ll be able to do the marketing up north for a vineyard. Have a little place with a lot of space and a hammock that I would name Lucille. I’d write Haiku’s and have a large garden and some sheep. My dad would like that thought, the romance of land and space is a Doring trait.
I cork my wine, and save it for another evening or reminiscing of wide open spaces and a piece of land.

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Germapino with a Jewish Twist. Twist. Collective Thoughts of a Ginrod are the musings of a Texas born,half German, half Filipina girl who who went on a trip to Bangkok and found herself in the Holy Land , as a jew, married to an Englishman, with 3 kids and a pup named Henck.