It seems that everyone here has a cave. (pronounced cah-ve… it’s a wine cellar). When we were here looking at houses, the relocation woman was always sure to point out if the house had a cave. Sometimes it’s a basement. Sometimes it’s more of a hole in the wall in a basement. Whatever form it takes, it’s something of a necessity.
Having a cave is one thing. Stocking one’s cave is another. It’s just not that easy. Or, it’s not that easy to do it well.
So far, I pretty much just go to Carrefour and guess at what to buy. If I get lucky and guess well (and remember to write down what it was that we liked), I buy it again.
This week a big annual wine sale starts at all the supermarkets. I am not sure just what I’m going to buy. I guess I’ll buy a couple of cases of the few things that I know we like, then pick up some other bottles on sale to guess some more.
Last night, we got our cave off to a slightly better start than my original plan. We were invited to a wine tasting party. Unlike all the others we’ve been to, we didn’t have to bring anything. Luckily, I had happened to bring our checkbook.
The hosts had their favorite wine guy (how do you get one of those?) come with samples of four different kinds of wine that he either makes or distributes or something (I missed that part). Like it a lot? He had a few cases in his van he could sell. It was like a tupperware party for wine. But it worked. We bought two cases plus one magnum. A lot of people followed this guy out to his van at the end of the night to load up.
So now we have the beginnings of our little cave. I need to buy some wine racks. And this week, I’ll head to Carrefour to play the guessing game at the sale.
Good thing that people can buy liquor from a van without the gendarme shutting him down. Tupperware, fyi has items that you burp. Apparently he has items that make you burp.
Did I mention the van from which one aquired the wine was parked under the train tracks? Added a real feeling that the whole transaction was on the up-and-up.