French Wine

Now, one could hardly call me a "wine connoisseur"... no not me... hardly ME....

I rarely touch the stuff... I generally answer when asked by physicians... "NO, I don't drink..."

When they press... and ask "how often"... my response... " I just do NOT drink..."

Yet it isn't quite true.. Every few years, I might have a taste or two... I don't know why or why not... I could say, it is because I am above it all...

I could pretend it was for some pious reason...

but I didn't really drink before my mighty conversion,

so nothing changed....

yet the husband made note last night... when I nearly spit out the vinegar he brought home last night...

that I am a wine connoisseur...

on a pour mans budget

He declared me a Wine SNOB

He slammed his righteous fist upon the dining table and demanded to know where I got that palate of mine to know what was, and worse still, what was NOT excellent wine... So much so, that I generally would not even touch wine unless... it was of a certain caliber...

could it be....

how could it be?

I don't know what I should and shouldn't like...

yet there it is...

I generally can pick a wine... I don't know why.

People generally like my wines, and I don't know why.

Even when I was a waitress, I could recommend a wine, and not know why someone would like it, but... they would

Well, I like these French wines... at least all the wines I have laid my hands upon...

Until last night

he brought something home, and I practically spit it out.... would not, could not drink another sip....

and when he suggested I just save it for my cooking....

WELL... YOU can NOT imagine what I thought about that.....!