I have always loved to cook, but could never try anything new out at home because my Mom is very picky about trying new things. After I moved into my new apartment here in Athens it was my mission to begin cooking for my friends. So began the tradition of the Monday night dinner party. Don’t get me wrong I love the food and my friends enjoying it with me, but these dinner parties are also a covert operation. It is my mission to expose my friends to wine and help them all to realize why I love it so much. I’m still referred to as an “alcoholic” by a few friends who just don’t get it, the rest lovingly call me “queen wino.”

you can see why I have this title

Here is how it normally goes: First, I’ll normally post in my Facebook status what I’m making weekly, and send out text messages to friends. Dinner is always at 9, so my other roommate can enjoy a hot meal when he gets home from work.  When they ask if they should bring wine I always encourage them, I know they will bring the white zinfandel or a similar sweet white. I’ll let them have that first and then taste the wine I am drinking just to “see if they like it.” If they do I will enthusiastically pour them a glass, then ask them how it tastes, what they recognize on their palate. I’m impressed with the progress I’ve seen, my roommate, Kyleigh has gone from telling me she smells alcohol in the wine to telling me she picks up some melon. Even if they don’t get much else, they at least learn to appreciate why I find wine so interesting. My dance has been evolving for a while, theirs has only just begun.

I even find new pairings that I enjoy on occasion. My last dinner party of the summer consisted of wheat penne with chicken and vodka cream sauce, a Mediterranean salad, and a strawberry chardonnay cake, and some wonderful company. A friend brought over a bottle of white zin for the rest of the guests to drink; I had some Argentinean Malbec I needed to finish up, so I brought it out with dinner as well.  I was really surprised how well the malbec went with the pasta. I, of course poured the girls all a sip and none of them liked it. (That’s okay; it took me awhile to enjoy the dryer reds, too. I’m patient.)

The real beauty of wine to me is the company it brings. It’s easy for me to see how much people care about me when they are willing to listen to me ramble on about something they know nothing about and are willing to taste something they don’t like just because I’ve described it so enthusiastically to them. Emma will always oblige me and take a sip when I say “You have GOT to try this, it tastes amazing with the pasta!” she will then make a sour face and tell me that it’s just not her style. It means so much to me that they do this, and by the end of the year I hope to see all their eyes light up when they try RED zinfandel with pepperoni pizza and tell me how good it goes with the spicy food.