Iâ€™ve read news reports advising of the health benefits of drinking moderate amounts of red wine. Iâ€™ve also read reports saying that Elvis is planning a Vegas comeback and crop circles are divine roadmaps. But I wonâ€™t quibble.
I appreciate the fact scientists are watching out for Americaâ€™s health. I am nothing if not the poster child for healthy drinking and eating. In fact, every single week without fail I eat a package of Twinkies to get my requirement of riboflavin and red dye #5. So quaffing a couple of glasses of red wine is not out of the question. Except for the fact I donâ€™t really like red wine.
I have a friend named Bob, but I always call him Captain Vino because that’s the name of his business. And it’s way more fun to have a friend named Captain Vino than Bob. Sometimes I call him “Cap’n” and pretend he’s the Skipper of the SS Sugared Cereal.
But really, he is Wine Guy Extraordinaire with a vast array of wine knowledge and wine bottles. His wine cellar would impress â€¦ well, I donâ€™t know any big deal wine guys, because Iâ€™m betting that Ernest and Julio donâ€™t count, nor do the fine folks at Boones Farm. Trust me, though, itâ€™s impressive.
When I am forced by circumstances to buy wine, I have a rather foolproof system, if I do say so myself. First, I pick up the phone to call someone else to buy the wine. If that doesnâ€™t work, I drive to the liquor store and stand like a dunce in the middle of a giant smorgasbord of bottles, decanters, flasks and jugs. I know what youâ€™re thinking, but standing like a dunce does not embarrass me. I see other patrons do the same thing, and Iâ€™m proud to say I havenâ€™t yet staggered around and knocked over a display of something expensive and highly flammable. There are worse things than standing like a dunce.
Next I tell the clerk Iâ€™m looking for something with a nice bouquet, not too woody, a little irrepressible but not insincere. After showing me several lovely bottles, all with cumbersome corks and equally cumbersome price tags, I make my way to the cooler and grab a box of wine by its plastic handle, shouting, â€œAHA! Hereâ€™s the one . . . elixir of the gods!â€
If Captain Vino knew I behaved this way, and if he were dead, heâ€™d roll over in his grave. As it is, he will definitely roll his eyes in the manner we reserve for clueless dogs who crash into the sliding glass door because they canâ€™t understand the difference between open and closed. Quite possibly the Captain will wonder how often I crash into the sliding glass door. Then heâ€™ll sigh.
All is not lost, however, because there are things I adore about wine. For instance, I love the little charm bracelets that decorate wine glasses at parties. I understand they are to distinguish which glass belongs to which person. Iâ€™d love a reason to use them during parties at my house. Usually we rely on the time-tested method of giving each guest a different cartoon character on their jelly jar. Since there are no stems on jelly jars, if we used charms, weâ€™d have to plop them right in the glass, so that might not be a great idea. I do have a couple of sets of wine charms, but weâ€™d have to dig them out of the Christmas decorations because I hung them on the tree last year. They sparkled.
Another thing I love about wine is my fabulous wine rack. Itâ€™s filled with, Iâ€™m told, fabulous wine. More importantly, it looks great in the corner of my living room. Now if only I could fit a couple of boxes on it.
Are you a wine drinker? Do you have a favorite kind? Is white wine as healthy for you as red?