Wine Glass Snobbery


Ever since that mind-blowing day when I went to a wine seminar put on by Riedel, I’ve been a wine glass snob.

I’ll never forget that moment when I first tasted a pinot noir in the proper drinking vessel. I’ve never been a pinot noir fan, finding it lackluster and tasteless. And then, there we were….on a cruise ship and in the midst of our second (or fourth or fifth) glass of wine…when I tasted it. A pinot noir in a pinot noir shaped glass.

“AHA!” I exclaimed. My taste buds gloried in the new-found deliciousness of this varietal. The Sommelier and servers sniggered across from me. I’ll admit, the seminar conflicted with lunch and I was well on my way to Drunk Stephanie. My eyes were glittering with joy and I was, shall we say, quite happy. But NONE of this distracts from the eureka moment I experienced.

Ever since then, I’ve been a tad specific about how my wine is served to me. Yes, I’m likely to travel with my own wine glasses and I’m completely comfortable with flirting my way into real wine glasses from a hotel bar when I haven’t brought my own along.

Which brings me to my stemless rant. Stemless wine glasses are for boats. Riedel made them publicly popular when they designed them for stocking on yachts and such. Easier to store and clean, but still providing distinguished palettes with the correctly shaped glass for their wine. BUT without the stem, your hand warms the wine. I’ve been thoroughly irritated by the increasing trendy movement of using them everywhere else.

The thing is, not having traveled by yacht, I hadn’t yet experienced a stemless wine glass.

And then I went on a mud run at a winery. You may remember, I blogged about it earlier. And they gave me a stemless wine glass. So, when we brought a bottle of their Dry Blueberry Wine home with us, I found it only fitting to drink it in their glass.

I. Love. This. Glass.

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It fits so perfectly in my hand. It just feels right. The curve caresses the inner flesh of my fingers and palms. While a bit small for a vigorous swirl, there’s still enough space to mindlessly move my hand in circles.

And now I get it. Why wine peoples the world over are sacrificing a stem. There’s just something special about the way this feels. I was wrong, they were right. Consider me a convert.

I Run Because I Eat & Drink


I love to eat, drink and travel. But, let’s face it – if I’m going to be fit enough to continue eating, drinking and traveling – I need exercise. I’m an “all in” kind of gal with an adventurous spirit, so how better to seek fitness than with a mud run obstacle course at….wait for it….a winery! Especially when there’s free food AND wine after?

Color me sold. I mean really, what’s not to love about this concept? And thus begins my Blueberry Stomp Mud Run adventure.

Bright and not-so-early, I begin my 9 am heat down the 3 mile obstacle course at the Keel & Curley Winery. This was my very first mud run and I really had no idea what to expect. Please understand, I only run to eat. Every step I take, I know it’s an extra bite of something scrumptious or another sip of wine without adding pounds. I’m not terribly fast, but I am quite determined. Once I start, I keep my pace and don’t quit until I achieve my mileage goal. But I digress.

Launching through mud pits, ditches, wobbly bridges and piles of cedar chips the race began. It all felt fairly tame until I met the blueberry pit shortly before the midway point. I actually came to a full stop. I stared. My husband, trailing behind me passed me up. As he cannonballs into the icy blueberry filled water I decide to throw all caution to the wind and go for it! The result?

Queen of the Blueberry Pit!

Queen of the Blueberry Pit!

Afterwards, I was fearless. I climbed mounds of dirt, to jump into 3 foot deep mud pits. I passed my husband. (I’ll be damned if I let him beat me across the finish line. I’m competitive!) In the end, I finished in 30 minutes and 19 seconds. Not too shabby if I do say so myself.

After a rinse attempt, I sopped into the tasting room to settle in for my free post-run wine. Although not a huge fan of blueberries OR sweet wines I found myself quite pleasantly surprised by the dry blueberry wine. Happy enough that we brought a bottle home to enjoy later!

We wandered outside, purchased some pulled pork from a food truck, pulled up a chair and spent several hours chatting, eating, enjoying the wine and the fantastic live music. All in all, a wonderful morning, well spent. I’m even moderately certain I burned off at least half the delicious food and wine….well maybe less, but well worth it.