I love the Zinfandel varietal. Love. Lovelovelovelovelove. In fact, I would venture to say that, should I be forced to choose but one alcoholic beverage to drink for the rest of my life, it would be a good Zinfandel.
Now. For anyone who isn't into wine, "Zinfandel" is actually a red wine. Made from red grapes. It is NOT pink. If it's pink, it is a sweet, vaguely wine-like impostor. It is not Zinfandel. White Zinfandel is actually made by removing the skins from those beautiful red grapes and then fermenting just the flesh. It's a travesty and I am becoming nauseated just thinking about it.
Moving on.
Anyway, that was my dinner last night. I decided to have my wine night. It was magical. Just the two of us. Snuggling up on the couch, a romantic fire going, some candlelight. We laughed and cuddled. Oh. Bryan was there, too.
So no recipes today. Unless you'd like me to teach you how to make wine. If that's the case, I'd suggest buying a book. I am by no means an expert. Although I would love to own my own vineyard some day. That's my pipe dream. A small hotel with a vineyard, a winery, and a Michelin-starred restaurant. The likelihood it'll happen? Hah! Slim to none. But a girl can dream, right?
Cooking a big, lovely meal for a large party tonight. I'll post everything tomorrow!
Love and yummy!
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