So one of my big brothers was visiting over the holidays and, as what’s sort of a long standing Christmas Eve tradition mandates, we hit a vineyard in Mallorca, my home away from home. Since we’re getting old, I’m breastfeeding (TMI, sorry) and we can’t hold our alcohol like professionals anymore, at least I can’t, we kept it to one vineyard and a late lunch instead of no food at all and anywhere from 5 to ten vineyards in Napa and Sonoma in one day. Ah, memories.
Anyhoo, my brother Ken, his girlfriend and the hubs and me took a lovely little drive to Jose Ferrer, a very well known vineyard in Binissalem, Mallorca and one of few to make a nummy sparking wine, and I’m not talking about cava. It’s delish. And so is the cava. We paid ten euros each for a tour of the bodega and a tasting of three wines along with tasty mallorquin crackers (quely) and locally made jams from the vineyard’s own varietals.
Afterwards, we headed over to Alaró, a neighboring town, and drove way up to the famous old farmhouse restaurant, Es Verger. It was a perfect afternoon.