Pardon, but I digress from usual business to offer Hemingway’s perspective on wine. While reading A Moveable Feast this weekend for the tenth time, I came across the excerpt below. It struck a chord. It should also be noted that Hemingway had an affinity for the high acid, naked white wines of France.
“In Europe then we thought of wine as something as healthy and normal as food and also a great giver of happiness and well being and delight. Drinking wine is not a snobbism nor a sign of sophistication nor a cult; it was as natural as eating and to me as