I love wine. period. full stop. I have loved wine almost as long as i can remember. my first memory of wine was the sweet communion wine in the Orthodox Russian church on Geary Boulevard in San Francisco when i was three years old.
When i was growing up in the City, my parents (mostly my dad) would have a glass of wine with dinner, most often a jug wine from Carlo Rossi, Italian Swiss Colony, Franzia, or if we were lucky, Gallo. I’d sometimes get a small taste of whatever dad was drinking and it was usually unmemorable, a bit sweet and usually red, although for bigger family events we would also get white jug wine.
Normally the wine was an afterthought, something to wash down the delicious home made food mom made. It was nothing too special, although on the rare occasion someone might bring a bottle of something a bit better (i.e. NOT in a gallon jug). I remember my Uncle Willi’s go-to was Weibel Green Hungarian, which I surprised myself in remembering.
What are we drinking tonight? 
interesting!
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Lovely thoughts. How could you forget Liebfraumilch, which was the source of many asides made by the men-folk, usually the uncles, about its name? And let’s not forget the ornate Rheinskeller wine label (Italian Swiss Colony!) lovingly slapped on the door of the bonus room downstairs. It’s amazing you grew up with such a great palate, in spite of the wine choices surrounding you!
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Haha yes, of course I remember! I guess *that* name guaranteed brand recognition, although not necessarily in a good way. And yeah, that label was right above (or below) the ISC “Chianti” label, although that wine had nothing to do with Italian Chianti
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