In a previous entry, I lamented the loss of our remaining stock of 1996 Meritage wines from Murietta's Well, the location of our wedding reception. Then, yesterday, after having a particularly nasty attitude through most of the morning, culminating in teeth clenched exchanges of frustration with my wife, I headed out to help my mom with troubleshooting a non-functional PowerMac G5. After about an hour or two, I found and temporarily resolved the issue. Bad Memory. (not me, the computer, although I could use an upgrade as well).
In appreciation, she sent me home with some steaks, crumbled blue cheese and stuffed potatoes. Seizing the opportunity to redeem myself on the home front, while my wife was off at a kids birthday party, I cranked up the tunes, speed cleaned the entire house, broiled the steaks and prepared a nice meal for us. But one thing was missing: A killer red wine. So taking the chance that, perhaps, not all of the bottles had gone back, I blindly selected one of the remaining five. I cautiously removed the cork to find it was in very good condition. I poured a partial glass, let it breathe, took a sip and found it was in great condition. 12 years old and quite delicious.
Dinner was excellent. The bottle went wonderfully with it, and the reception of the cleaned house and prepared meal got me out of the dog house. This time.
Meanwhile, I'm attributing the excruciating headache I've had since last night to needing a new glasses prescription, and not the wine.