Thursday, March 25, 2010
Needed: Neanderthal Sommelier
I had an all-out war with what seems to me an early hominid version of a corkscrew. Why so much elbow grease involved?
I forgot that our "nice" wine opener was broken (What can I say? Sometimes there is a real sense of urgency when opening a bottle of wine in our house.)
As soon as I realized it would be difficult to open the bottle, I needed it that much more.
Must. Not. Fail.
Having the house to myself tonight = critical brooding moment. Malbec was necessary.
The goal was attained while two houselions looked on, mocking me, hoping for a spill. Suck it, houselions - Mama's got a full glass now.