a port in every girl?

Have you ever thrown caution to the wind and taken a crazy chance?  Ever done something incredibly dangerous and foolish?

Yeah, me neither.  But today, I came close. 

I was unpacking boxes (yes, I still have boxes to unpack) and discovered a bottle of port wine.  There was enough wine left in the bottle for half of one glass.   I love port, what girl doesn't?  Port is sweet, and warm, and mellow...all the way down.  Like a super special dessert!  Especially with a nice piece of dark chocolate, which I just happened to have on hand.  So, I uncorked the bottle, and took a sniff. 

The bouquet was lovely, exactly as I expected, and I was delighted.  I put the bottle to my lips and took a swig. 

I knew instantly that I shouldn’t swallow.  The wine was gritty, and sour on my tongue.  I should have known better...I couldn't even remember when we bought it.  Who knows how long since it had turned. How long had it been in the cupboard before I packed it away?

I quickly spit it into the sink and scrambled to rinse my mouth.  It was hours before I was convinced I hadn’t been poisoned. 

I won’t do that again. 

But I wouldn’t mind a fresh bottle…or rather, a perfectly aged but not spoiled bottle.  With the dark chocolate, of course.  I might just have to go get one tomorrow.  It will be my little secret. 

You won’t tell will you?

Maybe I'll just finish unpacking boxes first.  It can be my reward.  I love prizes!

Until the next time…I’ll be rinsing my mouth out a few more times before bed.


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Posted on April 3, 2011 .