If you’re my facebook or ravelry or general Internet friend, you know that we moved. (By now, we’ve been gone for months. I just couldn’t bring myself to post this. It makes it more real somehow) You’ve heard my kicking and screaming for this not to happen. You’ve heart my laments about how unjust it is to tear me, and my baby, from our home and make us go to the complete opposite coast with no hope of ever returning to our little sanctuary.
Then the Air Force said, “You don’t have to, we just need your husband. Stay. We don’t care. Your husband probably won’t even miss you. What with him going to live so close to Napa and all”
And I responded, “How can you be so cruel? Why must you—wait, did you say Napa? As in “Napa, California” Napa?”
Thus Air Force spake, “Yes. That’s what we said.”
I replied thus, “Well… I mean… Dan will probably miss the baby. I guess we can come. Just this once.”
And that’s how I decided to move to the west coast. Close enough to go to Napa for the weekend. Be still my beating heart. Once the touristy part of that wears off, I am sure we can find some more local and awesome places to enjoy wine at too.
There will always be a piece of my heart in New Jersey though. We lived in South Jersey, the place where the Jersey Devil lives… no really. Where Cape May and it’s gorgeous mid-Atlantic beaches are. Where we can cross the Delaware River and go to Philadelphia and experience the history of where our nation was formed. I loved everything about New Jersey. Well mostly everything.
When I post about wines, you’ll often read that one wine reminds me of Colorado. So today in the spirit of nostalgia, I am going to post my favorite wines out of New Jersey.
First and foremost is the Eidolon Wine from Auburn Road Vineyards. (auburnroadvineyards.com) This wine was created, “to help support the Walt Whitman Association in its work including the restoration and preservation of the Walt Whitman House in Camden”. While personally I like their Rustica bottle better, this wine is also special. I went to school in Camden, and to be honest, I didn’t think I was going to miss it. This is a clear nostalgia bottle for me (and that’s the point of this post isn’t it?). It has everything that you’ll want out of a red blend: the depth and flavor. It is a walk on an early spring day, finding a blooming tree to sit under to read Song of Myself.
Another great wine from Auburn Road Vineyards is their White Bottle. It’s probably my favorite white wine. I tend to lean more toward dry wine, so as a Chardonnay it doesn’t disappoint. It has that oaky taste that is classic with Chards, but it is also kind of tangy and sweet, but not too sweet. I wrote about this bottle already, so I wont bore you. And while it’s sold out right now, I encourage you to keep this on your radar. This wine reminds me of the perfect humid summers in New Jersey. I imagine the green grass, the wind blowing through the mature trees in your yard, and just general awesomeness.
Finally, I can’t leave this post without saying something about Heritage Vineyards. I mean, where can you go pumpkin picking with a freaking bottle of wine? (Okay, probably a lot of places, but stick with me here). I had tried a few New Jersey wines before I found out about Heritage. They were a little too sweet for me, so I had almost written off New Jersey vineyards all together. One day my fabulous group of theatre friends went pumpkin picking at Heritage. I didn’t get a bottle to go picking with, but I saw a lot of people that did. When we were paying for our pumpkins, I got a bottle to try. It was fabulous! Maybe I had low expectations, maybe I wasn’t ready for a full-bodied wine, but I was taken completely by surprise. Of you’re dying to know which wine I tried from there…. reader, it was the Merlot. I am sure their Cabernet Sauvignon is also amazing.
If I ever find myself in New Jersey soon, you can bet that these are the places I will be going. You’ll probably find me at Auburn Road Winery during a concert, eating a pizza or sitting outside reading Virginia Woolf, I have a longstanding date with two of my friends for that one. Or you’ll find me at Heritage prancing through the meadow of pumpkins with a glass of wine.
Drink hearty, my friends.