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Bob Thompson on Wine: Something for Everyone to Celebrate

Magazine article Sunset

Bob Thompson on Wine: Something for Everyone to Celebrate

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The French do not celebrate Thanksgiving with our exactitude, but their deep emotional attachment to the soil causes them to celebrate the harvest with banquets at least as grand as ours.

And so it is that one of the greatest Thanksgiving meals of my life unfolded there, not here. It happened a few days early, but not out of season. The food was worth a sonnet, but we must cut to the chase: the lessons that meal taught me about wine linger to this day.

The family that my wife and I were visiting lived in a fine old stone farmhouse near Cahors, well to the east of Bordeaux. The guest list was a Thanksgiving kind of guest list. It included Grandma, who lived at the top of the tower, our hosts, their adult son and daughter, the in-laws, a neighbor whose very important husband was marooned in Paris giving voice lessons, a retired diplomat and his wife, and two or three others whose exact connections remain obscure but who were just as companionable as the rest.

As the meal approached perfection in the kitchen, Papa began putting wine on the table: a local red made in part from his patch of Malbec, an obscure white Burgundy, a middling fancy claret, a California white in our honor, a rose from the Midi, and the stunner, a Monbazillac, which is a sort of poor man's Sauternes, not quite as sweet and rich as the latter, but almost. …

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