Yes… unfortunately, in the northern hemisphere it is that time of the year again. Autumn. We were down Arklow way so Pepsi collared me for a country lane walk. Just for the fun. The autumn hedgerow fruit was abundant, especially the blackberries. I didn’t pick many but if I was better prepared I could have arrived back at daughter’s house with a sackful.
However… strolling along, singing my song… I was reminded of a distant past memory. Autumn Harvest Crackling! Yes… we used to call it apprentice wine… or student wine… or the day before payday wine. It was inexpensive and when enjoyed cold, not half bad for a white wine. I wasn’t quite sure if I had the name right so while preparing this post I did a bit of Big G searching and lo and behold… I stumbled on a post by a fellow fan.
Do click here to enjoy Dan Varoy’s take on the good stuff! One thing I seem to recall above all else… the next morning’s headaches!! I soon learned that white wine had that effect on me… especially when one drinks the stuff with gay abandon, on a sweltering summer’s day! OK… back to the more sedate blackberries. Mind you… I wonder if blackberry wine wouldn’t pack a punch either?