Sunday, August 24, 2008

Wine Tour Adventures

When I was little - I'm thinking maybe fourish? - we had a big family reunion. At this family reunion they had a whole heap of platters of food. As I was running around getting underfoot charmingly looking for some food, I saw a salad plate with grapes on it. Yum! I grabbed one and chomped it down. Except - EW! YUCK! BLEUGH! - it was an olive, not a grape.

Dude, that scarred me for life. But I'm totally starting in the middle. Let's back up.

Lately, I am totally in favour of going out. Until it's night time. Because I am scared of vampires it's fricking cold. Seriously, it's not you. I have to talk myself into going out to the kitchen, it's so cold. However, I did manage to go out and be all socialable (I almost deleted that, but I think I will leave it), and here is the evidence:

Two vans full of rowdy Uni Hall people (plus me) headed out on a wine tour to celebrate some birthdays. Or, if you were in a deceiving mood, an engagement. My favourite wine was a liqueured mead, which I'd never had before, but it was very nice.

My LEAST favourite thing, was when a Hallie tried to convince me that just because I didn't like olives when I was kid didn't mean I wouldn't like them now. Totally to my credit, I actually tried one. And nearly threw up. Olives, not for me. Not ever.

My OTHER favourite thing was when the guy at the olive place convinced the guy who'd convinced me to try olives that he should totally try some olives off the tree. In case you haven't had the pleasure, olives off the tree = even grosser than normal olives. Ha ha on him. Good work Olive Grove Man!

Shelle and I say cheers to that!

The FINAL favourite thing happened on the way home from the last vineyard. Our famous House Committee President got left behind, which was all the more funny because we didn't do it on purpose. Strangely enough, he didn't think it was funny.

For those who aren't familiar with South Australia and its wine: SA produces 50% of Australia's wine and 70% of its wine exports. McLaren Vale, where we went, is mostly known for its ripe, generously flavoured wines, and is arguably one of the best shiraz-growing regions of the world. John Reynell and Thomas Hardy planted grapes there in the early 1800s, and some vines more than 100 years old are still producing. Thank you, internet research, for today's lesson on SA's wineries.

So, you all: come to Adelaide, and I will supply you some great wine! Plus, I'd be interested to know if you guys get SA wines where you are.

And now, I'm going back to my room and ignoring the fact I need to cook dinner in my cold, cold kitchen:

PS: Thank you to everyone who voted on the header issue. You were all incredibly helpful. I'm already thinking of ways I could change it.


  1. LOL.

    Sorry for your very horrible olive experiences!!!

  2. I'm totally coming to Aussie, just for the wine..well, ok, and to spend time with you.

    Oh, my bad, I forgot to vote about the header thing. Dude, could you pick a picture that makes me look a little more manish? Kthxbai

  3. Well, Holly, it was that one or your old DL pic. Should I change it?

  4. Oh, I will send you buttloads of chery send me some wonderful wine. Deal???

  5. oh man i could totally go for some wine right now.

  6. Aimee, that seems totally fair. Only I stocked up before I came back. Damn.


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