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Fun with Wine
Saturday, July 8th, 2006 08:27 amLast weekend, I had a wine-buying spree while DH was getting his transfusion. See, if he goes in on Saturday, I try to get the groceries while he's in, so we don't have to waste any more of the weekend.
Part of getting groceries is making sure the bar is well-stocked. But we didn't need vodka or tequila, or even beer, thanks to a Friday beer run. All we really needed was wine, and DH asked me to get another bottle of a pretty surprising pink wine we had tried early in the week. Now let me just say, we have spent several years scoffing, nay jeering, at pink wines. But the pinks must have hired a good PR firm, because all of a sudden, we hear nothing but good about pinks. So we decided to give them a chance. Unfortunately, neither of us can remember the name of the delightful pink cotes du rhone we successfully paired with mavis's infamously zingy spaghetti. I went into Woodman's West (where we bought the original) fully convinced I could remember the label well enough to buy a repeat bottle or two. I am still convinced I would remember the label, but they must have sold out (it was on sale for $9.99 when we picked it up originally).
Anyway, it's a week later, all 6 bottles are empty, and back on their way out to the recycling bin, and I'm starting to daydream about today's trip to Woodman's... But maybe we'll stop by Barriques or Brennan's first. Gotta spread the love, ya know.
Part of getting groceries is making sure the bar is well-stocked. But we didn't need vodka or tequila, or even beer, thanks to a Friday beer run. All we really needed was wine, and DH asked me to get another bottle of a pretty surprising pink wine we had tried early in the week. Now let me just say, we have spent several years scoffing, nay jeering, at pink wines. But the pinks must have hired a good PR firm, because all of a sudden, we hear nothing but good about pinks. So we decided to give them a chance. Unfortunately, neither of us can remember the name of the delightful pink cotes du rhone we successfully paired with mavis's infamously zingy spaghetti. I went into Woodman's West (where we bought the original) fully convinced I could remember the label well enough to buy a repeat bottle or two. I am still convinced I would remember the label, but they must have sold out (it was on sale for $9.99 when we picked it up originally).
Anyway, it's a week later, all 6 bottles are empty, and back on their way out to the recycling bin, and I'm starting to daydream about today's trip to Woodman's... But maybe we'll stop by Barriques or Brennan's first. Gotta spread the love, ya know.
