I called another audible this week. Plans are meant to change, otherwise this life can be stagnant and even though things are going according to plan, it might feel like we’re going through the motions.
Happy 4th of July by the way. I did have something wine and food related in find the festivities, but it once again didn’t feel right and didn’t fit with how I’m feeling and thinking at the time. It doesn’t fit with how I’m feeling currently either.
Gratitude is something I feel I don’t express enough. And the people we love the most we may not see enough. It’s life. We get busy, we busier, and then the unfortunate truth is if the friendship isn’t fully nourished, it can lead to out of sight and out of mind. We’ve been on both sides of the equation, whether or not we realize or notice it. I’m observant and I see it, but probably don’t see it all.
Thankfully these friends I’ve kept in touch with and see frequently, so when we get to wining and dining, it feels like old times and it feels like we’ve been doing this for years. We have been doing this for years.
My goodness where is the time going. This blog is past two-and-a-half years. Sometimes it feels, no.. It feels just right.
So when my dear friends are making a spectacular dinner, I’m going to ask what wine to bring. And I don’t ask what they’re making. It keeps it fresh, exciting, and suspenseful. So when the suggestion is Sauvignon Blanc, I’m intrigued. And my friend could have said just about any grape and I might have said the same thing. So two sentences ago was more for dramatic affect.
First. the meal.
The meal included a delicious salad with some savory lettuce and the freshest carrots I’ve had in some time. It tasted fresh out of the farm. As a matter of fact I believe it was.
The main course was this whole grain pasta with vegetables and this most succulent of shrimp. I’m writing this so late into the night and I’m craving some right now, or maybe I’m just delirious with happiness.
So I’ve talked about everything but the wine. And that’s not on purpose. It’s how this story worked out. I think the Sauvignon Blanc from Ponga Planet is refreshing, light, charming, and endearing. And it fit the realm of this entire meal.
The notes mention flavor of nectarine, lime, and grapefruit. And whether or not you or I taste or even catch a glimpse of any of those flavors doesn’t truly matter. Floral finishes and aftertastes are cool to discuss, but this wine was simple easy to drink. And at the same time, roughly around $10 retail value. And I feel like that’s a slight bargain.
I feel like the dinner went by rather quickly. And that may be representative of how things are going in our lives. We’re occupied with so much and taking time to make a meal (which I don’t do often enough), sit down, have meaningful (or light-hearted) conversations, and actually listen to each other is a sadly missing art. And it shouldn’t be. It’s one of the most beautiful things.
But you know what else is beautiful? Us. That we have the opportunity to have a meal, a glass, a chat with the people we care about. It’s these endearing and heartening experiences that I think about periodically and when I do they make me smile. I think that’s what many of us want out of life, to keep it simple.
And Ponga keeps it simple. The Sauvignon Blanc is their one wine. How much more accessible can you get?
Their story is beautiful. In the middle is this inspirational story about the Ponga Fern, which is the inspiration for this wine. I love this so much.
To find the Ponga Planet Sauvignon Blanc near you, this link is accessible just like everything else surrounding this wine. And finally here is their contact information.
I love this wine that much more, as I reminisce and get all nostalgic. That’s when you know something is special. If it hits a nerve and resonates with you in a way that happens organically you know you were a part of something special. The great food, and more importantly the even greater company helps.
Here’s to many more lifetime memories and experiences that bring us all joy.
Thanks so much.