I think I've mentioned before that I'm enamoured of a certain beverage by the name of Sangria.
That and the Japanese plum wine are about the only fermented-type beverages I enjoy. And I don't do those very often because of the fact that some chemical in the red wine tends to set off the migraine switch if I drink too much too often.
I was at the grocery store the other day and just happened to be in the liquor department minding my own business, when I saw a sight that took me back thirty-some-odd years. It was a bottle of Boone's Farm Sangria.
Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill. The wine that tasted like soda pop. How well I remember that from my high school days! Not that *I* ever drank any, of course. Because, of course, I was under age. But I remember stories of OTHER people drinking it. Of course.
So when I saw the bottle of Boone's Farm Sangria in the store for the bargain price of $2.94 I knew I had to get it. After all, it had to be quality stuff, right? I mean, all the kids in high school thought so, and if they recommended it there could be no doubt it was a good brand, right?
Wrong. Oh, so very please-get-me-a-bucket-so-I-can-spit-this-stuff-out-RIGHT-NOW wrong.
It is obvious that I was a teenager of discerning taste. Just not in the area of wine.
You just can't get a good $2.94 wine anymore these days.
What is this world coming to?