Saturday, January 26, 2013
I have no business telling you what to drink.
That's not the embarrassing part. The embarrassing part is that I was drinking white zinfandel. I spilled pink wine on my future husband's crotch. But wouldn't you know, he bought me another?
That's the last pink wine I ever drank. A week later, when he took me out to dinner, he picked out a lovely red (God knows what it was.) It was the first time I'd ever seen the whole bottle presentation schtick--feeling the cork, swirling the wine. It was impressive and pretty sexy, too. (Whatever. I was 24.)
So now, many years and two kids later, I'm a bit of a wino. I have my opinions and a budget. I'm pretty much only going to talk about wines around the $10 mark because...did I mention the kids? Yeah, they use up all my money. So I'm always on the lookout for a nice wine to pair with a frozen Freschetta pizza or something even fancier, like chili.
I'll leave you with the words of The Old Man in A Christmas Story:
"Hey, this wine's not bad. It's not good, either..."