Getting Hooked On the Good StuffWhen I was a teenager, my mom started dating. One longtime boyfriend would come over with two good bottles of wine and share one with my mom and us kids, and then send us kids off to a movie - his treat - while my mom cooked him one of her great meals and they drank the other bottle. The guy had style.
Given a chance, it was easy to tell that Chateauneuf-du-Pape and Pouilly Fuisse were really good, really different from the jug stuff.
Here's the funny thing: I've never been a heavy drinker. I think this early experience hooked me on quality over quantity from the get-go.