girls + red wine = fun

So there we were, a happy band of wineplebs on the lookout for good wine and fun. Strange how those two always go together .... To make matters worse, this was all going down on a Wednesday night - naughty, naughty.
Anyway, the ocassion was a tasting and dinner at the Stellekaya winery in Stellenbosch. As usual, the plebs arrived with a dash of Chenin under the belt (just to liven up the snobs a little.) A perky little white blend on arrival, followed by a tasting of juicy Pinotage and raspingly dry Cabernet and the irritating twitter of the snobs (blah blah blah) was smothered by the steadily increasing noise at the pleb-end of the table. We all know how noisy FUN can be.
A dash of their typically peppery Shiraz and now the girls were on a roll. You see, the evening started with much discussion about the insanity of midweek revelry and how we must not succumb to this evil. But now, with a really great Bordeaux blend (Cab/Merlot/Cab Franc) in hand and the fact that the two remaining full days of the work week were now long forgotten, the gals decided it was time to play (see pic ...)

At this moment, drawn by a mesmerising crescendo of pure fun, the winemaker herself joined us at the business end of the table. Ms Biyela suffered our hooligan behaviour, answered our moronic questions and, hopefully, saw the pleasure that her wine brings. Ntsiki, you are a star, in true Stellekaya fashion.

And finally, once the wealthy had dispersed in their massive imported 4 x 4 carbon generators, the plebs finally realised that all good things must come to an end. Thanks to the gang at Stellekaya for suffering our ignorance and sharing their passion.

If Dave Lello can make the transition from IT guy to cellar proprietor, then there is hope for all of us.

Hallelujah.

the art of appreciating the stuff ...

"Swirl the nectar in the glass, nose the subtle aromas, taste the lingering casis ..." says the wine snob. Blah, blah, blah.

In order to appreciate the damn stuff, just sniff, taste and enjoy. No mess, no fuss. For instance, view the look on the face of a friendly Winepleb pictured here. Is this not the picture of pure bliss without the pomp and ceremony.

So, fellow quaffers, instead of being drawn into hell, like a moth to the flame, by the develish Winesnob, resist at all cost and call out with meaning, "get thee to hell satan of the vine!"

Then resume your simple enjoyment without another thought of the evil vermin that stalk our beloved vineyards .... just model yourself on this jolly good fellow featured above.

Cheers fellow Plebs!