Thursday, July 14, 2011
Giant Forty-Seven Pound Rooster
I consider myself a fairly serious wine drinker. However, I have reached the point in my wine drinking career where I find myself in a bit of a conundrum. You see, I love wine. I love red wine. I love the boldest of bold Cabernet Sauvignon with a fruity bouqet and woody undertones. So where's this conundrum I speak of? It's a little thing I like to call The Wine Aisle at the Grocery Store.
Seriously, you guys. Have you ever been to The Wine Aisle at the Grocery Store? Even if you are good at making decisions, you are bound to stand there, hand on chin, finger twirling hair ringlets, trying to figure out what wine to buy. Truthfully, I also find myself in an identical conundrum in the hair color aisle. I suppose this only reiterates the point that I am a really terrible decision-maker. Or, maybe I'm not. I can't decide.
Here's where the problem, for me, comes in: I only see two determining factors when making my wine-related life decisions:
Option 1: Price
Option 2: Hilarious Name
Obviously, the variety of wine you plan to imbibe helps in the decision making process. But, as you will find, it doesn't help all that much--it just means you have 75 bottles to choose from instead of 7,500. So, what's a gal to do?
Buy wine named after a gigantic dog-sized rooster that was a popular sideshow attraction at the turn of the 20th Century, of course. You can read more about Rex here.
Rest assured, however, that I also bought this bottle because it won Double Gold at a wine festival.
A girl needs standards, ya know. Plus, the wine is actually really good. The husband & I enjoyed a hearty glass on the front porch and watched the sun set last night.