Expensive Wine

I don't know much about it, expensive wine that is. I've had a few swigs here and there. Truth be known I can't really tell all that much about wines. I wish I drank enough expensive wine to know the difference, it might make 4 kids, a dog and 2 cats a little less painful at times, but we don't indulge ourselves in this area.

However, we know someone who does. That would be my dad. This nice, expensive wine drinking dad gave me (actually it was probably us, not just me) a case of wine for Christmas. Some of this said wine, I noticed might be fairly expensive. I put this notification in the back of my brain for a later time when it would be of use.

We, the ones who don't indulge in expensive wine, buy $10 bottles and feel very gourmet and cultured when we do. In fact, I used some of our DuBouef Beaujolais Nouveau (actually $12 per bottle) last night in the dinner I made. As we were cleaning the kitchen after dinner, my $10 a bottle buying husband asked if I would like him to keep the rest of the wine. Of course I did. Don't wanna waste good, CHEAP wine!

A few minutes later I hear a whirring noise (that would be our battery-powered wine opener) and think wow he's actually corking that cheap wine. Then a mental picture flashes into my mind. It is of the way more expensive bottle of wine dad gave us that is sitting on our kitchen counter. I ask very feebly and with a small amount of hope, "Are you corking the Beaujolais Nouveau ?" He answers very robust and proudly, "No, I'm opening another bottle of wine, do you want a glass?" My body stiffens and I slowly turn like the ballerina on a jewelry box. "Please tell me your not opening one of the bottles from my dad. He answers very happily, "I am."

I immediately begin taking deep, deep breaths. Visions iof mpressing our friends at a wine and cheese party in our home burst with each breath. I silently tell myself, my dad has more, my dad has more. He will share more, he is a nice dad. He wants us to like wine. He wants us to like expensive, good wine. Then I remember the other 11 bottles we can serve at our party (we probably won't really have one anyway just a nice thought I like to have, it also includes our house being perfectly clean). After getting my emotions under control, I calmly explain to Chris that he probably just opened a really expensive bottle of wine.He looks at me and without saying much dismisses and forgets anything I just said. He has his two glasses of wine and we get the rugrats to bed...many hours later and with a little crying.

Of course, the very next day, I google the bottle of wine along with my friend who is on the phone and definitely egging me on. She's a little ahead of me and gets the price first. She laughs. She laughs hard. Can't be good. It's not. I'm not laughing.

I make a special call to my husband at work. I tell him the price. He reacts. He shows emotion, WOW that's a little unusual. We both agree to finish the bottle off tonight. Can't let that good wine go to waste, and our house isn't clean enough for that wine and cheese party...yet!