Z Day! We made it, bloggers. Kudos to everyone who stuck it out and is planning on catching some zzzzs now. In anticipation of this day, I celebrated on Saturday night with a glass of local Zephyr Zinfandel wine.
A zephyr is defined as a breeze from the west, and we have a lot of those on the Colorado Front Range. (We also have a warm Chinook wind that comes down from the mountains, and I'm not exactly sure what the difference between the two is.) From 1955-1992, Denver had a minor league baseball team named the Zephyrs. In 1993, they moved to New Orleans.
But back to the wine. The grapes are grown in California, and then they are brought here and made into wine by elves with tiny fedoras and purple-stained feet. Okay, not so much with the elves. I imagine the wine is made in the normal fashion, whatever that is. I confess that my wine palate leaves much to be desired--I could not taste the difference between blackberry and plum if my life depended on it. So I'll defer to the label, which describes the wine as follows: "Zephyr Zin has fruity aromas of raspberry and cranberry. Robust berry flavors mingle with licorice and pepper spice." That works for me. It was very tasty.
So, A to Zers, stick a cork in it. We're done. But do plan to come back next year!