This is the fifth installment in my guest blogger series “Somewhere, Beyond the Sea”. For this post, I asked the author, life enjoy-er, honorary German (at least in my book), and good friend Tracy Lee Karner to contribute. I met Tracy through her blog, when, on a whim, I decided to comment on her post about whether blogging is just another cherry-berry pie in the sky back in August 2012. The ensuing conversation led to more contact, and by now I consider her and her husband Ken pretty much family. What I love about her blog is that you never know what to expect when you head over there. Sometimes it is writing advice, sometimes memorization help or language tips, and sometimes just plain fun. Tracy embraces life, and her blog shows it. Also, she is among my top commenters which says something about her commitment. Long story short: Go check out her blog. Thank you, Tracy!
“Then, because of the [wine] and mostly and mainly because we were for that one moment in all time a group of truly happy people, we began to yodel.” (M.F.K. Fisher, H is for Happiness.)
I had spent an exceedingly fine May day with my husband, my dear friend Kai and his wife, with blue skies, wispy clouds, and apple-blossom scented sea breezes. Its magnificence echoed the last May day Kai and I had been together–same weather; same invigorating realization that the season of cooing doves and joyful air has sprung; same sweet and easy friendship.
The last time in 1979 in Hamburg, we were sixteen, walking, shopping, eating and talking, talking, trying not to mention that we didn’t know when or if we would ever see each other again. I was leaving soon to live the rest of my life in America.
In the present re-creation of that wonderful day, we again knew time was short. He and his wife would end their visit and return to Germany.
But for the moment we were together and blissful, gathered around a small marble-topped table in a cafe on Federal Hill in Providence, drinking cappuccino, sharing a lusciously layered chocolate torte. I resisted that urge to yodel because it would have annoyed the people who were there to buy fresh pasta, Italian cheese, salami or olives. Besides, I’m an incredibly poor yodler.
But I was that happy, I could have raised my voice in spontaneous, merry song.
The day ended as all such days end, with tearful embraces. And then they were gone.
We had our memories and a bottle of wine, 2011 Forster Kirchenstück Riesling Kabinett Trocken (dry) Deutscher (German) Prädikatswein (quality wine with specific attributes).
Before we opened it, I asked the amazing-riesling-expert Winegetter what should I know to appreciate this gift? He willingly shared his expertise, explaining that the grapes were grown in a 3-1/2 hectares vineyard behind the Forst village church on the wine road (that’s near Kai’s home).
Recently Ken and I opened the Forster Kirchenstück as an aperitif, according to Oliver’s suggestion.
Small bottle, long skinny neck with a too-long cork, unusually difficult to open (slightly annoying). I, however, was determined to love this wine. Kai gave it to us!
In the glass: Tinged the color of a nearly-ripe yet slightly green bartlet pear, so pale as to appear almost clear. Crystal transluscence.
Nose: Faint blossoms–apple & honeysuckle. Uncomplicated. Hint of fresh grass.
Mouth: Thinnish. Fresh, quick taste of tart apple, crisp mineral undertone, short lemon finish. I’d love this with fresh-shucked raw oysters.
Overall: Nice–but Ken found a flaw. On the middle-to-back sides of his tongue, a bitter-pucker sensation, the residue of green apple peels. Recommended therefore with some reservation. Less than perfect, but pleasant enough, drinkable and refreshing.
(Thank you, Stefano Crosio, for introducing me to the Italian Sommelier Association guidelines for wine review. I really like this 3-pronged method!)
More subjectively–and why I liked the wine despite the flaw: it opened a magical window into timelessness, taking me back to Germany, October 1978. I was telling Ken all the details, about picking grapes for a vineyard near Forster Kirchenstück and eating deliciously earthy, pit-roasted potatoes out of my hand, whole, with nothing but salt.
His turn to talk: in the twenty years of our marriage, he frequently mentioned his time as sous-chef at The Wagon Wheel Lodge, but had never before described the German butchers Heinrich and Albert who educated him about Riesling.
Albert looked something like a blond, not-quite-so-plump Ed Asner. Heinrich was taller, nearly six feet, with piercing pale blue eyes. Dark brown short, side-parted hair and a face not unlike Martin Luther’s.
Those were the guys who taught Ken sausage-making, and how to drink dry Riesling (with Weisswurst, or boiled cod, and sometimes with a dense white bread, toasted, topped with an egg poached medium).
With our next sip we, of course, drank to friendships–old and new.
So what do you think? Would you like this wine? And if not, is there a particular Riesling (or any wine) that could make you yodel like Franzl Lang? (you have to click here, really you have to hear happiness!)
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I commented on your schnitzel-pairing post W.G., (even before I saw your link here); good question–craft beer or wine with your schnitzel? But I remain ambivalent. For some of us it’s kind of like asking, “Which of your two children do you like best?”
I like that comparison, Tracy!
Great post, Tracy – and thanks for the kind mention. You did a great review!
I think I would have liked the Riesling you had as I very much like dry Rieslings. And by the way, I also love Weisswurst! Reminds me of the Oktoberfest!
Take care :-)
Thank you, Stefano–I’ve learned a lot from your expertise in how to write about wine and how to take better pictures. Blogging has been a terrific bonus in my life. I know a lot of people get into it to get rich and famous, but I got into it to make real, heartfelt connections, and it has definitely served me well. Strange, that I got into the wine blog circuit without strategizing to, but in blogging as in life, wine-afficianados are the people I most love to hang out with.
Thank you very much, Tracy! And you are so right: blogging has been a surprisingly positive experience for me as well, as it introduced me to some great people with whom I developed a real connection.
I would most definitely love to try this wine. Any wine shared with you, Tracy would give me reason to yodel!
Megan, we’re seriously going to have to get our yodels together. Do you have a dirndl? Or do we need to go shopping first?
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My guest post for The Winegetter — thank you to Oliver for inviting me to his blog party (a guest blogger wine series with the theme “Comewhere Beyond the Sea)
Somewhere. Somewhere beyond the sea.
yes, I think I would like to try this wine. we tend to lean towards dry Riesling. most of what we drink are from the state of Washington as convention says the German Riesling are much sweeter and not to our taste. I would enjoy trying a dry German Riesling
I think the German Rieslings exported to this country are a narrow range of the category–American’s have a reputation in Europe for liking syrup. Unfortunately the Forster Kirechenstück is probably unavailable for purchase here… :(
But that gives you a good excuse to go to Germany to try it! Or make friends with a German who will bring you some… :)
We did Germany last year. Great trip! We drank mostly beer though but ventured into wines when we were in Austria.
Well, of course, one has to drink beer when in Germany. ;)
I would dispute that statement, Tracy! I am living proof…:)
Revised: Travelers who drink beer have to drink beer when in Germany.
:) Danke schoen!
Not to self-promote my blog, but your post has inspired my latest Beer or Wine conversation. Below is the link if you wish to participate.
Self promotion highly encouraged! :)
Then I expect a comment Mr. Winegetter!