Off for three days to judge in the Southwest Wine Competition at the Toast of Taos, a well-regarded regional festival. The miracle of technology will keep the posts coming here, since the Wine Curmudgeon remains at heart a newspaperman who feels compelled to write something every day. Or face the wrath of the gods of journalism. I'll have a full report next week.
I'm looking forward to the judging, and not just because night-time temperatures are about 30 degrees cooler in the mountains of northern New Mexico than here in Dallas. This is a chance to taste lots of regional wine, and I haven't been able to do that for a while.
