I love rosé, rosado, rosato. I loved it before it was cool. I’ll admit, back in my youth, I even loved that rosé that now makes my stomach churn, Sutter Homes. I don’t love it because it’s pink, (I’m not a girl who wears pink…I typically live in black), but despite it being pink. I love the way it calms me and makes me hear the ocean even when it is not near. Not that rosés are all made near the ocean, I just always envision myself on the beach when I drink one. It’s a getaway in a glass. All wine of course is, but rosé or rosato, well, it seems to have an extra edge on that.
So here it is, almost August, and we are still stuck at home, in the heat. Luckily, the #ItalianFWT group, led this month by Lauren of The Swirling Dervish, (what a great name, right?) is taking us on a virtual trip to Italy to explore rosatos of indigenous Italian grapes. Kinda perfect if you ask me.