Rating: Granny
I am laughing wildly exiting the grocery store.
I, Cheap Sweet Wine, have been hit up for wine recommendations. (I can’t even type that without giggling.)
As I check out with my notorious cheap sweet wine, the young cashier says, “Oh. Wow. That’s cheap! You like it? Is it sweet?”
Of course, you see me smiling and nodding my head. “Love it actually and yes, sweet is a requirement.“
The cashier continues, “Because I’m always looking for sweet wine I like. I want to try that Gewurtz…gewurtztr…”
Gewürztraminer. Ah. Not sweet enough for me. But you might like an Ice Riesling.
Cashier: Oh. Not sweet enough… Riesling you say?
No. Ice Wine Riesling. St. Chapelle. Try that. But it’s more expensive. And I still prefer the cheap wine. Seriously.
Now the bagger has to get into it: “I like red wine.”
Oh… sweet? You might try Rosa Regale.
Now if I could only have worked in Nobilo and what I think of that, I could have left the store having reached the end of and shared the whole of my knowledge and lack thereof regarding wine.
Thank you my dear friends; without you, where would that conversation have gone today…
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Without us you wouldn’t have known which of the good ones you didn’t like. And you sure wouldn’t have known about “ice wines”…try “Late Harvest” too.
Shaking my head….you’re hopeless. [hair toss] Oh well. More for me. [grin]
Laughing; thank you my witty friend. You can keep all the “good stuff.” I am reconciled to the fact that I am worth what I am worth and can live with that. *grin*
Noting the “late harvest.” I knew that… on some level that wasn’t lit up on cheap sweet wine. And I’ll keep trying. Some day I *might* have class. Hmmm. Maybe.