‘What kind of wine pairs well with Crow?’

As hard as this is, I have to sadly admit to the fact that well…Brett Favre just isn’t mine anymore.  While it’s a hard pill to swallow and I’m not one to keep my ‘sports’ feelings to myself, the gain of my once ‘beloved’ quarterback to the opposing bench has been one of the hardest sports facts to accept.
The game on Sunday was a big one and much anticipated from the end of many Packer’s fans.  In the window of my front door hung the infamous #28 Viking jersey of Adrian Peterson.  In my house – the Vikings and the Packers benches are split.  My husband, a crazy Vikings fan and me, well just an overly emotional and committed fan of the Green Bay Packers.  Little did he know that before kick-off had launched, I hung a well-read: “RIP” sign under the jersey.  All in good fun of course and in good taste for the Halloween weekend.
Neither my side jabbin’ sign or my killer pot of white chicken chili made for the game, did the trick for bringing all the love or juju to the Green and Gold sidelines.  So, I’m forced to answer the question left by what seems, a crazed Vikings fan, asking “What kind of wine pairs well with crow?” left in a blog comment weeks ago.
If you keep up on my blogs, you’ve read my mouth-running banter declaring my love/hate relationship for my FOURgotten Packer, Mr. Fav-re.  In the ‘So Long, Farewell’ blog entry written after Brett told Childress that he’d remain ‘retired’ the FIRST time- I ran my mouth long and hard saying ‘at least I’d never have to see (him) in purple…’  Soon after, I received a comment from a blogger asking for my pairing for CROW.  Argghh.   Even after clicking the ‘accept’ button to post to my blog, which almost broke my finger off, I have not had the gusto to answer until tonight.
I had my pill and swallowed it hard today after listening to every side conversation from the gas station to my gym about how ‘We (the Vikings) were the Packers worst nightmare.’  So here it is…
‘Eating Crow’ according to Wikipedia says this:  Eating crow (archaically, eating boiled crow) is an English-language idiom meaning humiliation by admitting wrongness or having been proven wrong after taking a strong position. Eating crow is presumably foul-tasting in the same way that being proven wrong might be emotionally hard to swallow. Eating crow is of a family of idioms having to do with eating and being proven incorrect, such as to “eat dirt”, to “eat your words”, “eat your shoe” or “eating humble pie”.
To ‘Eat Humble Pie’ says this:  To eat humble pie, in common usage, is to apologize and face humiliation for a serious error. Humble pie, is a term for a variety of pastries, originally based on medieval meat tripe pies.
My answer:  Dirty, dirty, dirty is in every description of the remark I’m forced to ‘swallow’.  So my well thought out pairing is this: Sangiovese.  There’s not a better down-right dirty grape than Sangiovese.  And, one with some Italian substance, is there a better answer?  One of my favorite Chianti Classicos (the region from which Sangiovese is King):  Villa Cafffagio. Lots of dirt, yet rich with ripe, red fruit and substance.
Another one of my Sangiovese favorites, just in time for turkey season: Gaja Ca’Marcanda Promis.  Mr. Angelo Gaja is the grande papé of Italian wine.  The wine, from his Tuscan property and single vineyard estate:  Ca’Marcanda.  The wine is a combination of Sangiovese, Merlot and Syrah.  The palate is absolutely mesmerizing.  Just gorgeous.  With an ’06 vintage to boot, the wine is full of depth, hearty bacon fat and lush fruit, yet restrained with red cherries and loads of spicy, meaty DIRT.  Can be found on a restaurant list for…$80-$90.  Ouch, I know but- well worth the price.
There you have it, Mr. EAT MY CROW Vikings fan.  Even as I swallow my comment, my remarks remain the same and still lie on the side of my new favorite quarterback, Aaron Rogers.  Give the guy a break, can ya?  And in the meantime, have a glass of delicious Sangiovese and take a seat my friend, the season isn’t over yet…(this discussion is to be continued)!

Comments 2

  1. Sangiovese ya say. I can dig it. So what does a dyed-in-the-wool-packer-lovin-sconsinite drink to mourn the loss of a beloved sports figure to an opposing team?
    Surely something with brandy in it? right I mean this is Wisconsin we’re talking about!

  2. Let’s just drink the Sangiovese for now as we watch and wait for the Vikes to fall on their faces again, and then get ready to break out the bubbly. You know it can’t last all season…
    (and at the same time, thanks to Favre and having too many Vikes on my fantasy teams I’m having the urge to start rooting for them…)

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