I can’t seem to get my head out of Italy and France. You’ll have to pardon me for the clear...
Steak. It’s America’s favorite excuse to open a red wine. Why is that? Perhaps its the thickness of the meat, which requires...
Northwest Italy’s Dolcetto is a funny little wine. The name means “little sweet one,” but a touch of bitterness is usually...
Every lover of fine wine has a singular moment that represents the birthplace of their passion. The proverbial “a-ha moment.” Whether...
When you volunteer to bring wine to Thanksgiving dinner, do you really know what you are getting yourself into? A few...
Italy is flush with indigenous grapes that don’t seem to thrive anywhere else. Of these, Lagrein is among my absolute...
Fall is my favorite season for being in the kitchen. It is all-to-tempting to wax poetic on hazelnuts and pumpkin, pear and sage, or rediscovering...
I’ve written quite a bit lately about Italy. For this, I am in no way apologetic. There is something about...
Yet another brilliant "home body" grape from Italy
An October Afternoon in the Commune of Barolo
Following French Subtlety with Italian Gusto