It’s an odd business being a ‘public’ figure. Honestly I didn’t think I was one, nor that I would become one. I mean I write a wine column for gods sake!
Anyway, today I had one of those encounters that happens regularly these days: I’m at the checkout in Sobeys, buying a couple of cans of baby clams, a stem of celery, a potato, a can of tomatoes (guess what’s for lunch) and the woman ahead of me, before picking up her bags, says “So what wine is for supper?”
I am temporarily flummoxed. “Good question,” I say. I pause for thought. She indicates a need to go.(apparently she didn’t expect this question to take time.) I indicate probably French. Then I ask her what she drinks. Sebeka, it turns out, Cabernet Pinotage.
No shame in that. A great all purpose inexpensive red. I suggested she take a bottle of Pink! to her party tonight. She doesn’t drink sparkling wine! Quelle Horreur!
I can only change so many people, one at a time.