I love a good glass of wine. And when I say good, I don’t mean that in an I know what I’m talking about sort of way. No, unfortunately all those educational wine tours of the Napa Valley were wasted on my undiscriminating palate. I don’t know a wine with good aroma from a stinky glass of squished grapes. But when I find something I like, and can enjoy it in my thin-lipped, over-sized, free glass from Twomey?
So tonight, the baby is in bed, Alison is out swimming with her dad, and I am free to enjoy the bottle of White Merlot I finally found in stock. I just had to find my favorite wine glass first. Is it telling that boxes of baby food have taken over the cupboard where the wine glasses are kept, and I only just now noticed?
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