Every time I read an article profiling an oenophile, there is something charming (yet still pretentious) about tasting each wine for its "terroir," which while it may technically refer to a a group of vineyards (or even vines) from the same region, belonging to a specific appellation, and sharing the same type of soil, weather conditions, grapes and wine making savoir-faire, which contribute to give its specific personality to the wine blah blah blah....really it makes me think you're tasting the wine for it's dirt.
Today, Jellybean was testing the terroir.....of the sandbox.
It was her first time experiencing sand. When I took off her shoes and plunked her down in the sand, she got this amazing wide-eyed look of wonder on her face, and she kept scrunching up her toes to push the sand around. Then she leaned down, patted the sand, looked at me with that same look of wonder, and laughed. Laughed and laughed and laughed.
She was in LOVE.
She toddled around the sandbox, scooping the sand up and offering it to other parents (strangers to her), chattering away with glee. She had many admirers by the time we were done.
She also tasted the sand. TWICE. (um, genius, you didn't like it the first time!)
But, in her defense, it was at each far end of the sandbox....so really, she was testing for its terroir. Right?
Right.
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