Most people – including me – are pretty willing to suspend reality in order to be educated and entertained.
You’d think that after trashing the Café Zinfandel like I did, the fact that I went out and bought a cube of boxed Pinot Noir would be the height of insanity. And you’d probably be right.
It tasted like cherry soda that had passed by a wine barrel while picking up nuances of Skittles.
I used an olive oil/canola blend that I purchased at Smart N Final instead of the original lard. “Health,” you know.
The official name of the Strip, by the way, is Las Vegas Blvd. And I’m not a “Stripper.” Get it?
We at Vegas Wineaux try very hard not to give the impression that we’re wine snobs. But when news breaks that it takes a little extra care to keep boxed wine fresh and drinkable, our noses immediately shoot up into snooty territory.
At MirePoix Vegas, I’ve talked about everything from the annoying “Chairman” on Iron Chef America – one of my favorite programs, by the way – to recipes using frog fallopian tubes and bat nuts.
If you want to serve a wine that may be a little pricey, don’t be afraid to get measured pourers! They are easily hand washable, but don’t do well in garbage disposals. Don’t ask.
I’m just glad I didn’t take a vacation day off in order to assume a fetal position, drink something expensive, and await the final foretold cataclysm. What a waste that would have been!