I predict wine and cheese in my future.
I read an article today on VinePair, courtesy of the Mark Brown Industry News Update, that wine is going to get more expensive very soon.
Not only because of the fires in California, but also because of several severe weather instances and natural disasters over in Europe as well. The article states:
Europe as a whole is experiencing its worst grape harvest since 1982, which is big considering that France, Italy, and Spain produce more than half of the world’s wine. All of Europe is expected to produce 14.5 billion liters of wine, a 14 percent reduction from 2016, according to the European Commission. CNN Money reports that Italy has suffered the worst dearth of grapes, producing 21 percent less liters of wine than in 2016. France and Spain aren’t much better off, and are expecting to produce 15 percent less volume than in 2016.
Ack! Part of me wants to rush out and buy up all the 7 Deadly Zins at Costco for $9.99 a bottle. But the other part of me realizes I have no place to store all that wine, and no budget to buy more than two bottles at the moment. Hell, I can’t even afford a membership to Costco.
Maybe when I go to Huber’s this weekend, I’ll load up on blackberry and strawberry wines — but wait, we’ve had no major natural disasters here lately. Shouldn’t Indiana wine costs remain about the same?
Is there anyone in the world right now, other than the owner of an Indiana winery, asking that very question?
One for you, one for me.
Now that I have a house, do I have to decorate for Halloween? What about Christmas?
I’ll get some Reece’s Cups for the kids and hope no one shows up.
I’m feeling overwhelmed.
Is she available? I’m talking about the pizza.
Still doing this low-carb diet thing. And although I’ve fallen off the no-carb wagon a few times, my weight is really coming down.
But here are some things I really, really miss:
- Twix bars
- Spaghetti with garlic bread
- Black Beans
- Ice Cream
- Beer (although I’m allowed a few Mich Ultras)
Bourbon barrel buddies.
Mondays seem more tolerable when you’re at a distillery sipping bourbon before noon.
The occasion? Heaven Hill is expanding its Bernheim facility in West Louisville — and spending $25 million so it can fill 400,000 barrels a year. Here’s more on that.
They asked those who were in attendance to sign the first barrel that came off the new 70-foot still, and of course I couldn’t resist. I signed right underneath the mayor!
Good luck to Heaven Hill and their giant step forward in the industry.
I can eat all the cheese but none of the fruit.
So I’m doing this low carb thing for two weeks, and I’m learning tons of important lessons. For instance, did you know you get tipsy quicker without carbs? Sure, you can eat all the meat, cheese and eggs you want, but they don’t slow down alcohol processing at all.
Learned that lesson last night, and regretting it this morning.
Also, eating meat, cheese and eggs doesn’t quite fill you up like a good hunk of bread or plate of pasta. I’m starving, always. But I’m happy to eat cheese and not feel guilty about it.
Also, I can drink bourbon and wine. So there’s that.
So far it’s been three days, and I’ve lost three pounds. Woot!
Holy Goddess Cher, it’s been a while, and I apologize! I’ve been home from Georgia for a few days now and just never found my way back to post.
What has kept me so busy? Well, on Monday I picked up my very own used bourbon barrel, which actually fit inside my Mini Cooper to everyone’s surprise, including my own. Who knew? Maybe they should put that in a commercial.
Anyway, I spent the day scrubbing it, polishing it and screwing in the bands (because I was told they’ll fall off over time). This weekend, I plan on spraying on a shiny coat and then rolling it into my basement with the help of friends and family I haven’t asked yet.
I plan on making a table out of it by putting some glass on top and getting stools to sit around it.
I really did feel like hugging it at one point, but I think my neighbors were watching.
I’ll show you the final picture when all is said and done.
Leaving on a midnight train to Georgia …
I’m leaving on a jet plane tomorrow for a few days to prove if I’m not home on my birthday, then I won’t actually turn an extra year old. It’s like a tree falling in the forest or something.
See you next week … unless I figure out how to post here from my phone in Georgia.