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.

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