Sugars and more sugars

October 12, 2012 Leave a comment

All of the Pinot Noir is coming in at 24+ brix and the pH’s are good, too.  Alcohol may be a little higher than usual, but the 2012 vintage in going to be fantastic!

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First Post about 2016’s Campaign

November 9, 2017 Leave a comment

I’ve been wanting to write in my blog about the campaign since I started to run but there was just no time to do it and it probably would have been inappropriate. I tend to spill my guts more than what should be said on the “trail.”  But now that I’m no longer a candidate, I can be a little bit more open.  Keep in mind that I can’t share everything because it could be damaging to the party or future candidates and I am still a conservative at heart.

Let me start by telling you the second to the last thing that was said to me about my campaign.  (The last thing falls into the category of can’t be said.)  I was at a ladies event and a past acquaintance whom I had not seen for at least 5 years was there.  I thought she lived in Gaston, out of my District.  Towards the end of the evening my campaign came up and the fact I wasn’t running again.  She said, “I voted for you.  I thought you were a shoe-in.”  I was stunned for so many reasons.  So you see, even when you walk away, you get tugged back!

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Bitter Sweet

October 26, 2017 Leave a comment

And I’m not referring to the wine RJ and Shannon are producing.  We have completed the actual harvest and that is what is bitter sweet.  Sweet, because we got all the grapes in and there are plenty of them.  Three times the grapes we have ever had.  Yes, I said three times.  We ran out of every vessel, picking bins, fermentation bins, tanks, barrels…  Bitter, because we left fruit of every varietal except schonberger on the vine.  We just have no where to put it.  Also, bitter because there was quite a bit of mildew (refer back to Part I, the gamble of spraying) especially in the Riesling.  But that’s okay; I’m not a big fan of Riesling anyway.  Wait, you mean all this wine wasn’t intended for me?  Then why did we venture into this project anyway.  You’ll have to go back to an older blog post to find out that one.

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Love, Hate, Part II

October 24, 2017 Leave a comment

So I left off with lots of grapes and nowhere to put them.  On Saturday, a very wet, cold and concerned crew processed all the Pinot noir they could until they ran out of  fermentation bins.  Later, that evening, RJ and I went to a charity event and I asked every farming or farming-related contact I knew if they had anything that resembled a fermentation bin.  I got a couple ideas but Sunday morning RJ contacted a nearby winery and they had 3 “old”, and I mean “old” fermentation 1-1/2 ton bins.  Between the sunny weather and the solution to his fermenting grape storage issue, RJ was a new man.  He was smiling, cracking jokes and several feet off the ground.  Alas, this wouldn’t last.  On Monday, he and Shannon were able to finish processing all the Pinot noir, rearrange all the bins and start making wine.  RJ was still flying high.  On Tuesday, they found out one of the old fermentation bins was leaking, so back to the winery where RJ bought them to see if them had more and then to pump the grapes and juice into the “new” old bin.  The stress is back.  Did I mention one of our harvest crew ended up spending two nights in the hospital starting Saturday with an undetermined GI issue.  Wednesday, we pick the whites.  More on that.

Love, Hate Relationship with Harvest

October 21, 2017 Leave a comment

So harvest is supposed to be the blessed time of year when your hardwork comes to fruition and you “reap” your rewards.  And for the most part, that is true.  But with the blessings comes a great deal of stress, more than stress; even torture.  Let’s start with determining when to pick.  With grapes you want the longest hang time possible, but you gamble against rain and birds.  You want the sugars to be in the range of 21-23 brix and acid high.  If you lose the gamble to rain, the grapes get diluted and the sugars drop.  If you lose the gamble to birds, you lose your fruit.  The best prevention against birds is netting which is expensive and labor intensive and makes it difficult to get in to the vineyard for spraying.

In our case, we also gamble with finding a picking crew.  Since we don’t have a dedicated crew managing the vineyard all year, we are at the bottom of the totem pole for getting a borrowed crew from another vineyard.  We also gamble with when to stop spraying.  If harvest is around the corner and you have netted, you stop spraying and risk mildew if you don’t pick soon.

So how did our gambles pay off this year.  First, we did not start picking several weeks ago when other vineyards did because rain was coming in.  We didn’t lose that one.  The sugars dropped slightly but we got a small warming spell that raised them back up.  The birds did start to come in but we got most of the Pinot noir vineyard netted in time so we were okay with that one.  But our third-leaf Syrah vineyard which had enough grapes for at least our wine club lost that gamble.  Over night, the birds devoured every Syrah grape.  I cried.  My belief is that because the Syrah vines are so young, they didn’t have much leaf canopy and the grapes were very exposed; prime pickings for the birds.

The Schonberger grapes were ready, so we went and picked those and the fruit was good and plentiful; thus the love part of harvest.  Now, we’re ready to get moving on the rest.  Tried to get a crew for Sunday via our full-time vineyard staff member.  No luck.  So we went to our most reliable borrowed crew and scheduled picking for Wednesday.  One of our lead processing staff caught a Man cold and we all know there is nothing worse than a Man cold, so I had to help move the stainless steel trough preparing for processing of the reds.  Nevermind the two bad shoulders.  Punching crew was all set Wednesday morning at 7.  Crew chief calls and says they won’t be there until 10.  RJ takes the punch crew out to breakfast, “a staff meeting”.  More love/hate.  Picking crew never shows; promises for Thursday.   At this point, RJ says to me that he gambled wrong with waiting and trying to get more hang time.  He is really hurting.  More hate.

Picking crew shows up at 7 on Thursday.  Still short one helper because of the “Man Cold,” but made due.  The fruit comes in off the Gaston vineyard and there is 2-3 times the fruit expected.  Love?   RJ realizes he will not have enough fermintation bins (or barrels for that matter, but will deal with that later).  He contacts the local winery supply business.  They have 2 and he snaps them up knowing that still will not be enough.

Picking crew shows up at 7 on Friday.  It is not even daylight.  I have to fill-in due to the Man Cold.  After even a half hour, my hands are frozen, my lower pant legs are soaked, my boots are caked with mud, my coat is soaked and my hair is sticky from taking my hood on and off.  The punches get sticky and the cards get wet making it difficult to make a clean punch especially with frozen hands.  Hate.  But the fruit looks fantastic and there is lots of it.  Love.  There is a little mildew because of the gamble on stopping spray but not enough to hurt the end result.

We finish the Pinot noir in Gaston and move to the Forest Grove vineyard.  I immediately call RJ for more picking bins even though we brought two more with us.  He brings 3 more just in time and hurries to get 2-3 more.  There are only 2 left.  In this densely planted vineyard, the most grapes we have ever gotten was 2-1/2 tons.  We left fruit on the vine when we ran out of picking bins and still got nearly 7 tons.  Love!

By this time, RJ is already exhausted and we still have all the whites to process.  More on that when it’s been done.

 

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Phil Anderson, Part I

February 26, 2015 Leave a comment

Our other friend who left us way too soon was Phil Anderson.  Just saw Ghost laying on his bed which reminded me of the time I ran into Phil and Bi-Mart and I had the largest dog bed they had in my cart.  We were just given the “ownership” of Ghost and needed a bed for him.  Phil asked me what I was doing.  He told me to spend a little money and get a round bed at Costco.  His wife was there so he just called her found our what color and style I wanted and passed that on and had her get one for us.  We would still have that bed if it wouldn’t have been pushed against the pellet stove and burned and melted.  This was the practical side of Phil; the side seldom seen but often remembered.

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Dr. Al Mozejko, Part I

February 26, 2015 Leave a comment

The past few weeks, we have lost two dear friends; Dr. Al Mozejko was one of them.  He died Sunday, Feb. 22nd.  As with the other, I did not get to say goodbye, so I am going to say goodbye in my blog with stories.  My first story about Al is appropriate for breakfast time since it is just after 7:00 a.m.  Al gave us this mixed grain hot cereal mix years ago.  It contained three what I considered obtuse grains.  He told me how to cook it and I’m sure in Al’s way, he told me several times.  It was actually very good and until I loaded it with sugar and/or honey pretty healthy as well.  Al was funny about fun.  I believe he had maybe three dishes in his repertoire yet, he always asked me for recipes and I most always gave them to him knowing full well he would never make them.  The last recipe I gave him was for Sweet and Spicy mixed nuts.  I made these for Thanksgiving, a holiday he was almost always invited to.  He loved them even when they were slightly burnt.  I sent the leftovers with him.  It took me six months or more to get the recipe to him but it is one of those hundreds of stacks of papers he has in his house ready to organize.

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February 20, 2015 Leave a comment

You would think there is not much to do in January and February with regard to vinifera fields (I love that word, “vinifera”), but alas it is the time for pruning and tying and spraying for weeds.  It used to be RJ looked forward to any chance he could get to ride on the tractor but with age, back and joint pain comes the dreaded ailment known as tractor butt.  Takes the joy and relaxation right out of tractor riding.

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