My Wine Journal
I really enjoy red wine. I also like white, especially when it’s sparking. My parents introduced me to the flavour and I love it (more than beer, that’s for sure; although nothing beats a cold Corona on a hot day or a cider to sip while sorting through paperwork). I recall my first glass of mulled-wine (red of course) when I was eight – we lived in England at the time and it was the big Christmas party at the Manor House in the village of Little Milton where we lived. It was a magical night and I was so excited because this wasn’t the “white wine” I pretended to have with dinner, aka milk.
We rarely drink at home when it’s just us but if we have dinner at my parent’s house, or someone brings a bottle over for dinner, then I try to keep track of what we drank. I have a beautiful wine rack in our kitchen that typically has 2-4 bottles in it. I dream of having a wine cellar but it’s not in the grand plan so I “admire” my friend’s new prize creation and try to invite myself over to enjoy a sip or two. The counters are made from cork covered in a poly-resin (yes, my parents and I helped to contribute to the collection), she painted the floors herself (the grout was mapped with masking tape and a utility knife), the back wall matches her fireplace, and there is plenty of storage (but the kegs are only for decor) »
