Wines for a new year – and a new start
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Introducing our new drinks writer – and her favourite bottles. The Guardian’s journalism is independent. We will earn a commission if you buy something through an affiliate link. Learn more. I’ve been “holding space” in this particular corner of the Guardian for a few weeks now, and don’t believe I’ve introduced myself properly. Hi, I’m Hannah. I’m a Virgo (which apparently means I’m organised), I’m a size three shoe (so I get all the good stuff in the sales) and I’m enormously delighted to be this paper’s new drinks writer.
How did I end up here? Well, it’s a long story and I have only 500 words, so I’ll tell you the first chapter for now. We have a long time to get to know each other. To begin at the beginning, they say it’s the fate of all writers to mine their family for material, but when I found out I’d got this new gig, the Crosbies gave a collective sigh of relief. You see, I was raised by two parents who, at one point, were both social workers which, coupled with a rather awkward, friendless youth, meant there wasn’t much opportunity to partake of the great British pastime of underage drinking. The few parties I was invited to, I’d spend an hour beforehand pleading with my mother to let me have a can of cider. She never yielded. I get it. It’s not a good look if you’ve dedicated your working life to helping children in need, and your own brood are off in a park somewhere chugging Strongbow Dark Fruit.
It wasn’t until my first restaurant job at 15 that I was properly introduced to booze. While being quite bad at holding three plates in two hands, I had my first meaningful opportunity to interact with wine. The mostly Italian wine list fitted neatly on a single side of A4, and from this sheet of paper I learned the basics. Red wine with steak. Seven glasses of prosecco per bottle. Pinot noir is a grape. Chianti is a place.