Something about freakishly warm weather in February makes me panic for red wine. I can’t get enough of it lately. Ironically, I’ve been drinking white wine almost all winter. As if to give cold weather the finger. “Screw you…it’s cold and I’m drinking Torrontes! You’ll be around forever…you and your icy breath. I don’t need no stinkin’ cabernet. ”
Today it’s going to be somewhere between 70 and 75 in Washington, DC and all I can think is, “Oh god. Drinking that Malbec when it’s 95 degrees out is going to feel so…heavy.”
It’s still February though and Spring still far off. So on Sunday, when the weather returns to an icy chill I’d like to pull a stool up to this rustic wooden island and drink a nice red. Preferably with someone else cooking me dinner. Maybe some spaghetti squash with a Copper Pot Food Company tomato sauce?
One day I’ll have a nice kitchen like this ;-)
Whoever gets the nice kitchen first has to invite the other over for dinner at least once a week. Deal!?
You must have meant to say, “Screw you…it’s cold and I’m drinking Torrontes at 1905!”
Ahhh, yes. Sorry about that :) “Screw you…it’s cold and I’m drinking Torrontes at 1905 with Tony!” lol
I think that’s the stove I just got…it looks better in that kitchen tho.