I am pretty sure that you have not missed the latest events in Catalonia. I try to keep myself updated through my friends in the area (on both sides of the struggle) and follow the media as everyone else.
But the latest weeks I have also received more enquiries than normal from students writing WSET-papers on cava, asking me about the future of the D.O. These students have not asked me about the ongoing independence quarrels with Madrid, but it got me thinking…
Although I have many times talked about the independence “issue” with many of the winemakers, I have never really thought about the implications it would have on the D.O.
As the rules state now, cava can be produced in 159 municipalities, spread out over the provinces; Barcelona, Tarragona, Lleida, Girona, La Rioja, Álava, Zaragoza, Navarra, Valencia and Badajoz. As you realise the majority of these are OUTSIDE Catalonia. So if Catalonia got its independence, what would happen?
As far as I know a D.O. is an area within ONE country. If that is the case, would that mean that cava would only be made in Catalonia and all the other provinces would lose their right to call their sparkling “cava”?
Since the regulatory board of the D.O. cava is actually situated in Vilafranca del Penedès, I guess they would decide in favour of their own area, which does have both the history and the production quantity on their side. But it is still a very interesting question.
I will have to look in to this some more…
I am a very lucky person. Do you know why?
I have people I love with whom I can share my glasses of cava. I have friends and family to listen to my stories and who share my happiness and worries. I know it might sound obvious, but it really isn’t. It is really everything that matters, when you come to think of it and I do very often, although maybe not as often as I should.
Today we had the happy occasion to celebrate our newest neighbour’s first birthday. She had it a bit rough coming in to this world, so it was really worth remembering and thinking about. We were all so worried a year ago, and today we had almost forgotten.
Looking at the four empty glasses on the table I realised, as the neighbours were just going home, that this is what is really interesting. It was like the glasses had absorbed our whole conversation, as they now held the memories. As I was washing the glasses by hand (very unlike me…) I pondered a bit over our conversations.
It is really easy to forget the everyday things that makes life what it is, and it is easies still to forget what is really important.
Last week we lost a very good friend to cancer. It was all very sudden, unexpected and way way before his time. Since his passing, memories of our travels and good times have been rolling in my memories like a film at the cinema. Many of the memories we have shared and things we have talked about, have been over a glass of cava. So many empty glasses, all containing so many stories and memories.
I’m fortunate to have empty glasses in plural. Just imagine how it would be in singular…
I miss you Lars