This post is on wine. I don't claim to be a wine connoisseur (unless having traveled to the Napa Valley and going on the Beringer tour 6 times makes you an expert) but I do like it, and when it comes to alcohol, it's almost all I drink. Which is good, because take, for example, the time that Liz was in town and she forced me to do shots of Southern Comfort and lime. I'm not going to describe the results of that failed experiment, but trust me, it was ugly.
Anyway, Rob and I were watching a terrible movie tonight (I'm not saying what it was because KLG probably loves it) and we were drinking a french rosé, which basically looks like white zinfandel. White zinfandel, specifically Ernest and Julio Gallo, was the wine I drank as a junior in college when I thought that I was so cool for drinking wine (and pairing it with string cheese.) This was Wisconsin, after all. Also, this was a step up from the boxed wine we used to drink in high school, which was a huge step up from the Mad Dog we used to drink several years before that.
I know that my wine tastes have improved drastically (tonight's choice was a Rosé Sancerre from the Cotes de Reigny-don't I sound pretentious?) but I still have an appreciation for my early wine drinking experience. I think it's a good idea to start wherever you're comfortable when you're trying something new. Apparently I was also really comfortable with Boone's Farm.
I feel compelled to add that I did eventually graduate from the Beringer tour.
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