Posted by Bill Blake
I was out last weekend at a local wine tasting event with friends. We sampled many wines some good some well not so much. It was an interesting affair. There were quite a few characters present with their blue blazers and tacky err khacki pants. All trying to impress each other with witty lines such as, oh this Shiraz is so mellow with earthy hints of chocolate or this vintage was so green with undertones of lemon grass. Please! Tell me how many of these fine folks have tasted grass. Even from their owe finely manicured lawns. There were over 27 tables each with upwards of 10 wines per table. I was getting dizzy just reading the program. Who could taste 5 maybe 7 different wines in a row and tell any difference between any of them. You just can’t tell one wine from another after quaffing down a couple sips. I don’t care how many spits you do. One vendor hit the nail on the head when we were chatting it up, he said to us does your mouth feel like a catchers mitt? That’s exactly what it feels like after sucking down umpteen sips of wine. Ok Buffy pour me another glass of Pinot. By the way, Who spits wine out anyway?
After roaming the tables for something to nibble on we ventured into the main tasting room. Not sure why we didn’t start there to begin with. It was the gold mine. Not because it contained another 20 vendors, it was because this is where the food was. Not any old sliced cheese and crackers type of spread. This was where the creme de la creme were holding court. As we scouted the room, Some of us in our party whispered then shouted, Mary. Who is Mary you might ask? If you’re asking than you don’t know cheese on the South Shore. Specifically cheese from the Bloomy Rind in Hingham center. Now there was other types of food, there was an amazing pork and beef carving station with mustards and marmalades. Very fine to say the least, but we’re talking cheese. With Mary, we’re talking cheese heaven. Mary is known in cheese circles as the ” in” place to find and taste all kinds of delicious cheeses, spreads and other delectables. If you venture to her shop on the weekends prepare to wait outside to get in. Same holds true for warm sunny weekdays. Stop by The Bloomy Rind the next time you’re planning a party for 6 or 60, Mary will set you up. Don’t forget to send me an invite, I’ll bring my own corkscrew.
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