Schramsberg Mirabelle Brut Rose

Watermelon with Wine

When I think of watermelon, my mind immediately takes me back to being front row at the comedian Gallagher's show.  My brother worked as a sound tech for Gallagher over the course of several years.  Choosing to sit front row meant suiting up in a protective plastic sheet.  This was because Gallagher saved the final portion of his show to smash items like chocolate milk, toothpaste and more famously, watermelons on the audience.  I giggled and braced myself for impact as he used the "Sledge-O-Matic" to smash objects.  My brother even arranged for me to go backstage and meet the man himself.  It was a fun night that my brother was generous enough to orchestrate but since he was traveling with Gallagher all the time, I couldn't pretend our relationship was great.  It never has been, really.  If the age gap of almost a decade wasn't enough, he isn't the family man type.  He lives by his own rules and is perfectly ok with or without me.  It had been almost a year since I last saw him when he strolled in my engagement party looking as handsome as ever.  He grinned when he told me he bought two new suits just for the occasion.  All my girlfriends scurried over to meet him, as he very gently shook their hands and gave them a sincere hello.  As much as I hate to admit it, seeing him hurts.  I always think I'm ok without him, but the minute I'm in his presence, there's an undeniable ache inside.  We both happened to be in San Francisco at the same time a couple of years ago and decided to meet up for dinner.  I broke down crying about how much I missed him.  And in his usual fashion, he told me he loved me and would try harder.  He always says all the things I want to hear, but never makes good on them.  I've learned to live with the pain of not having my brother around.  But, I will always be here with a glass of wine, waiting to welcome him into my life.

Seeing watermelon in the grocery store is a sure sign that summer has arrived.  I remember my grandmother slicing it into triangle shaped pieces as a kid.  I would have a ring on the edge of my face from eating the watermelon all the way to the rind.  Then, I would grab the rind and tell my grandmother to watch as I placed it over my face to look like I was smiling.  She'd always laugh and tell me how silly I was.  I'm still having fun with watermelon today, only this time it's grown up fun.  Instead of using it to make a smily face (which I obviously still do), I'm enjoying watermelon with a glass of wine.  Schramsberg Mirabelle Brut Rose and watermelon become one when paired together.  It's seriously incredible!  This California sparkling rose was awarded 93 points out of 100 by "Wine Spectator."  "A rosé with serious intentions, it has a delicate pink hue and floral aromas of strawberry and spicy yeast rolls. The flavors show good focus, offering raspberry, Gala apple, ginger and fig flavors. Drink now through 2012."  After a bite of the food and then a sip of the wine, I notice how I suddenly can't pick out the flavor of neither the wine nor the food.  They have somehow merged together and created an incredible flavor on the palate.  Watermelon is also only slightly sweet.  The fruitiness of the wine stands up to this touch of sugar even though the wine is dry.  The crispness of the bubbles match the crunch of the fruit and the acidity in the wine helps to wash all the flavors off the palate.  Schramsberg Mirabelle Brut Rose is sure to put a smile on anyone's face!  Its pink, absolutely delicious and can be paired with just about anything!  Cheers!

Wine featured in this photo: Schramsberg Mirabelle Brut Rose