Tuesday, November 15, 2005
I’m going to a dinner party Friday night and I offered to bring the wine. When we went to Frankie’s one evening, I discovered the Banfi Bell'agio Chianti and loved it. Since I dislike going into liquor stores (strange but true) and I have no idea who stocks the Bellagio anyway, I decided I would just stop at Frankie’s on my way to the party and buy three bottles of the Chianti for a party of four. The bottles are really small. Really.
On my way home last night, I decided I should stop at Kroger. With the worker shortage around here, I couldn’t get a pizza delivered Sunday. So, I decided, rather than eat peanut butter straight out of the jar (again) with canned frosting for dessert (again), I should probably start keeping actual food in my house. (Arriba salsa counts as a vegetable, right?) As I picked up the last item on my shopping list, I realized that the one item I had not crossed off was all the way on the other side of the store.
So, I took a shortcut through the wine aisle and, what do you know, there on a top shelf almost at the end of the aisle were several bottles of the lovely Bell'agio Chianti. I bought three bottles (they’re small, remember) for the party. I also decided to buy a fourth bottle to keep at home but I couldn’t reach that last bottle way in the back. I decided that I looked enough like a wino without standing on the bottom shelf of the wine display and pulling the whole thing down on top of me. I’ll just have to pop back into Kroger tonight on my way home.
Do you have any idea how dangerously convenient it is for my new favorite wine to be at my favorite grocery store, on the street I take to go home every night, one aisle over from the milk and bread and bagels?