Showing posts with label quest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quest. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

The Burning Question: So, How Many Did I Taste in a Year?

I would have never thought a year ago, I’d be where I am today. Honestly, I thought I would have tasted every, or nearly every, Oregon winery. But, here I am publicly admitting I didn’t… some might call it epic fail.

Maybe I’m just saying this because I’m drunk on all the free wine, but as it turns out, I’m glad I failed. I set a goal and I didn’t actually achieve the goal. In the process, I took a u-turn (or a turn into the Twilight Zone) and went a direction I never intended or imagined I’d go, and as it turns out, I’ve quite enjoyed the journey.

I’ll admit, I’ve been beating myself up a bit over the last few months when it became painfully apparent I wouldn’t actually achieve my goal. I kept on going though—touring, sipping, learning, blogging—regardless of what I could or couldn’t do; some might call it integrity, perhaps more accurately would be to say that wine blogging is something of an addiction. As it turns out, because of Sip with Me, I’ve seen, done and tasted more in a year than most people do in a lifetime, and that’s quite an achievement. Sharing the Oregon wine story with the world has been an added bonus, the personal reward for which I could have never anticipated.

The Burning Question

So, everyone’s asking me for the number. I officially visited 196 wineries of the 365 on my master list. That’s only 54% — a big fat fail. To be complately clear—I tasted many more wineries than 196, but didn’t officially visit their tasting rooms, so I can’t actually count them in my quest. A winery a day doesn’t seem so hard, but life, family, money, schedules, winter, navigational challenges, distance, stress and exhaustion were hurdles that jumped out at me and blocked my path more often than I anticipated.

Below is a list of the 10 Best and Worst Things I’ve Discovered About Being a Wine Blogger in the past year.

1. You meet amazing people—from winemakers, wine writers and other wine bloggers to wine lovers who are actually charged up by what you’re doing.
2. Wine samples. I’ve been able to sample a ridiculous amount of wine (reminder, mostly spat not drank).
3. From leisure to educational, wine opportunities and events abound and many doors have opened up.
4. Wine blogging = a great excuse for drinking as much wine as you want.
5. Other people think it’s cool, perhaps even romantic—and as we all know, impressing others is very important.
6. Blogging is worse than being a flasher: You’re expected to expose yourself to the public every day, and to keep upping the ante.
7. Everyone wants to use you… for free. Here post this about me, write about my event, my wine, my book, my product, my restaurant, my event space…
8. You can never leave the job at the office, like your shadow, your blog follows you wherever you go.
9. I finally understand where the word “blog” came from. Its similarity to the word Blob is no accident, and it very well might take over and smother you if you let it (see number 8 and 10).
10. A blog is really just a fancy word for Ball and Chain. You’re attached to it—all the time, you can’t just leave it behind. You’re always thinking about it, worrying about it, dragging it with you in public, in private. The two of you will become inseparable. Trust me, I’m now introduced as “This is Tamara, she’s a wine blogger.”

Okay, so my blog officially turned One. And like a typical one-year-old, my legs are just becoming sturdy beneath me and I am still just beginning to find the strength in my voice. But I’m growing fast, and I’ll be running and yelling before you know it. My journey through wine will continue as I persist in my goal to visit as many Oregon wineries as I can, though this time, without the pressure of any rigid timelines to adhere to. I hope you continue to read Sip with Me, because after all, it’s all about the wine, not about the time. On to bigger and better things!

Cheers!

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Winery Detour 1: Unforeseen Consequences

Since beginning this awesome and ambitious quest of mine, things have been gone a bit differently than I originally expected they would. First of all, I just thought it was going to be this fun little side project. Little did I realize how quickly it was going to consume my entire life. Like a spark in a dry forest, it’s been growing and spreading, and I have no intention of trying to contain it. In fact, now I’m fanning those flames, hoping they’ll go completely out of control.

My first moment of random recognition: I was working at Cooper Mountain one day and a customer said to me very loudly in front of a full house, “Hey, you’re that blogger girl”, evidently having seen me around and then recognizing me. It was a touch surreal and, for a moment, I felt almost like a celebrity. Then last weekend, purely by chance, I found myself alone in a room with a reporter from the Oregonian asking me what I was doing there. Two days later I had an article about the blog published and it's now flying through the Twitterverse.

My husband Hunter has been one of the biggest surprise side effects of all. He happily stays home with our son Shayden, enjoying the one-on-one time, while I’m out “working”. He enthusiastically listens to the crazy stories of my meanderings when I return, offers amazing suggestions and then stays up late at night to help edit my posts… tirelessly. Absolutely unwavering in his support thus far, I owe him an enormous thank you and will have to think of some way to make it all up to him… next year!

Well seemingly unwavering. Apparently Hunter, either venting or sharing, told his friend Rob how between work and the project, I’m away from home a lot more these days. Well, Rob’s something of a comic genius (though I wouldn’t say that to his face for fear his head would swell even more) and he sent us the following hilarious letter from Shayden to me. Hunter calls it "Rob dribble"… I call it a wonderful gift from a friend. His note kept me motivated and gave me a huge belly laugh when I was feeling most overwhelmed and under-motivated. Thanks Rob!

Dear Mama,

Why are you tawking so funny afta u cum home fwom dwinking at tha winery. I'm starting to worry mama, u r stahting to smell like a wino. When u say that u wuv me in burp talk it make me nervus like wen tha mawnsters talk to me fwom under tha bed at nite. mama, why r yur lips so wed and your teeth so puwple? Dada is always taking care of me on the weekends, where r u always going? do u luv the bottle like I wuv my bottle? be careful u don't get cavities. cause u can't lose your baby teeth no mor. Mama stay hom and hug me, but don't throw up on me like I sometimes did on u. Cause it smells like wine and stains my undies. I wuv you mommy, no dwinky and dwivey okay, or i take the kees fwom u. I wuv u.

wuv,
shaydog.
P.S-yummo:)


Lesson for the day: Never stop appreciating the simple gifts you’re given daily, be it someone’s generous contribution of time, energy or something that just brings a great big smile to your face. Savor it. Until we sip again…

Cheers!