About now, I’m usually stocking up on white wine and putting my red wine down in the basement until fall. I find that white wine usually accompanies the summer better than red. For one thing, white wine is usually chilled, so it’s refreshing when the temperatures soar. For another, it tends to go better than red with lighter fare (such as salads, chicken and fish) that graces the summer table.
This summer, however, I’m adding another element. Inspired by affordable rosé wines from France that I’ve been reading about, I’m rediscovering pink wine.
Rosé was the first wine I ever loved. Like many young adults who thought wine was for old or snobby people, I delighted in my first sip of white zinfandel. With its slightly sweet, unmistakably fruity flavors, it seemed like a more sophisticated version of that staple of childhood, Kool-Aid.
But like many before – and since – I soon moved on, looking for something more interesting.
