I love Vinho Verde. I love it with all of my heart. I like that it’s slightly fizzy and almost astringent. I think it’s a great summer wine. The other night I found myself all alone for dinner. Eating alone is such a rare treat that I look forward to it and carefully plan what I’ll make and what I’ll read and where I’ll sit and have everything just so.
The dudes were out camping and I decided I’d have a small green salad and an omelette for dinner. And some Vinho Verde. I also read some of The New Yorker. It was really wonderful. Eggs, bread, wine. It was warm and sunny. Eek! So happy.
Here’s the problem: old Fancyhats doesn’t love Vinho Verde like I do. But, he does love a good rosé, which I’m growing fond of, but if we’re branching out, give me the green wine and call it good.
We tried this wine a few weeks ago with our friend CW. It was a treat and I’d been craving it ever since. So, last night Fancyhats made dinner (grilled sausages) and brought home a bottle of this deliciousness. It was so good.
I recommend it for these hot summer days. Also, Lillet Blanc. I recommend that too. Over ice. With a twist.