The Mini-Gourmet


Oh, woe is me.  I wanted to order a classic Rioja from the wine club this month but Mommy chose a Somontano.  Crianza at that.  That young swill will completely ruin my jamon and don’t get me started on pasteurized cheese.

Sigh. These Canadians.  So disappointing to my palette.

Think.  Think brain.  There must be a way to out-fox the Mommy on this one.  She’s all sleep deprived and hormonal.  Girlfriend can’t even discern a reputable vintage or bring home decent cheese.

If I had a dog I’d make him drink the wine.  I hear other kids hide their peas under their plates but I don’t think that will work with a 750 ml bottle.

Hmmmmm…

“Hey Río.  Up for a grilled cheese sandwich?  You can wash it down with some grape juice!”

Advertisements

4 comments

  1. lol! that was great. ahhh I feel your pain as I eye a bottle of Rioja trying to justifyat this time that it is happy hour somewhere in the world.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s