Way back when I first became a Sommelier, I wanted to talk to anybody that would listen about wine. I got hired by a winery in Nova Scotia to do tours, and I spoke to people from all over the world about really obscure grapes.
I always would have folks who wanted ‘to pick my brain’ and ask that ONE question they were dying to know. After 13 years, I’ve had a few questions that are universal and get asked over and over, but most times the queries have been as unique as the people asking. At first, I’d hold my breath and cross my fingers behind my back and hope no one would ask me what does it mean if their wine smells like feet?
Let me just assure you that there probably isn’t a question I haven’t been asked.
- Are your teeth all real?
- Feel like going four-wheeling?
- Do you need a fancy ring to get married?
- What are your thoughts on bottle collections?
- Is the FBI looking for you? If not, why would you want to work here?
- How do you feel about a man with one testicle?
- Where do you stand on people who take their cats for walks on the beach?
I finished a tour on a sunny afternoon, and I went to the wine tasting bar to pour samples for a couple of guests.
I heard them whispering,
“…well, I heard she’s white.” The other replied in hushed tones, “I thought people from Somalia were black!?” The other one said, “I heard she’s nice and speaks English too, but she is tall for a foreigner.”
I never thought any more about this convo, but a few days later a customer asked,
“How’s that new foreign girl working out?”
When I mentioned that we had a winemaker from France that was pretty nice, but that he was male, the person just shrugged. Again, I never thought any more about it.
Then one day after hearing Somalia one time too many times, I stopped in my tracks, the light bulbs went on, and it all made sense. They were all talking about me.
I was the new girl. Tall, white and from the far away lands of New Brunswick. They had never heard of a Sommelier before and thought I was from Somalia! Boy, my job title got so lost in translation.
I’ve been called a lot of things in my day, but boring isn’t one of them.
I’d like to invite you to share a glass of wine with me. Let’s hang out and talk, share a story, ask questions, swap recipes and see where this all goes.
It won’t be fancy, just me in the garden with a glass of wine. Mabs a tune in the background, a bird flying by or a brief guest appearance from my dog.
I can’t wait to tell you my most embarrassing and hilarious wine story. It involves an Italian suit, a provocative glance and the deepest shade of blush.
No, the Somalia 🇸🇴 story isn’t even in the ballpark.
If you’d like to skip all the jovial moments of storytelling, I’ve got a free online class where I’ll share with you, my all-time summer food & wine pairing favourites.
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