I for real am going to have a Costco addiction. I have had a membership for 2 years, but I typically only go when I am around my parents. I honestly have no desire to spend $100 on 2 things. I learned that my pricing stereotypes are a little off. After 2 years of having a broken computer, I finally caved and purchased a computer. It wasn't a frivolous buy. I am running a business and am more busy by the day so this is pretty important. The sad thing is that in my family, buying a computer isn't easy. My dad worked for HP for years and my brother used to build computers.
I was wandering around Costco while the two guys talked on the phone and deliberated how I would spend my tax check. I decided to just roam to the wine area. I was shocked at how affordable the wine was! It was amazing.
While I was roaming, I overheard a serious conversation between an older gentleman and two employees (all guys, but I'm not judging). They were all trying to figure out what wines were dry reds. HAHA. The employee even broke out Siri and was asking advice. The suggestions from Siri were Malbec, Merlot, and Cab. They were all so confused at the multiple options and not understanding vintages, regions, and what the taste of each wine was. I simply walked up behind them and said, I would go with the Malbec. They whipped around and excitedly said REALLY?! I said it was my personal favorite of the dry reds. I just smiled and walked away after that while they deliberated on which Malbec to select.
I, too, got a Malbec to take home. Now I can cheers to having a new computer and being current with the world.
When you love drinking wine, you have to be creative with the leftovers. I am not talking about leftover wine, I am talking about bottles and corks. I hate being wasteful with things that are so easy to decorate with. The past few months, I have had my friends collect bottles and corks for me. I finally attacked that large stockpile while I was on vacation.
I am now up to 5 styles of cord and various other bottle decoration (flowers and other metal embellishments).
It was nice to get to work with my hands and do something crafty. It was a super affordable craft, as long as you subtract the price of the wine initially.
How many of you feel immediately old when you hear the words "jello shots". Me too. My BFWF (best Fort Wayne friend), Jessica, came over for New Years just over a month ago to enjoy safe festivities at my place. I always want to stay home. I am terrified of drunk drivers on holidays, and I am way more entertained by Netflix and my cats then any other entertainment out there.
I thought that I would try to do something different and creative. Since Jess always brings the wine, I thought I would provide the wine and some interesting alternatives. I was stumbling around in my storage closest looking for something for my oils class, and I found my adorable cordial glasses from my Pier One days. I thought, what if I took some Champagne jello and mixed it with the actual Champagne?
It was mildly genius and I loved it. I was disappointed by the lack of jello options. I thought when I was younger they had way more flavors. I finally found a strawberry peach possibly off brand jello that would work with the peach champagne. I added gold sprinkles as the recipe suggested and I don't know if it would have been worth it without the sprinkles. They added a sweetness that was perfect.
Here is what I used:
½ cup water
1 ounce gelatin
2 cups champagne Peach Barefoot
½ cup ginger ale
add edible gold stars or sprinkles
If you are looking to liven up your drink, I recommend trying this. I wouldn't just eat the jello, but it was amazing when mixed in a dessert glass with the champagne.
A week or two ago, I started re-watching Glee. I don't know why I picked this over all of my favorite shows, but something brought me back to my old standard. This past week, the cast of that show was dealt another loss. Just like when Cory Monteith died, I was drawn into the media fury about Mark Salling. Unlike Monteith's demise, I was filled with a mixture of emotions.
When Cory died, it was horrible. It was a terrible way to go. It was like seeing one of your heroes fall from the tall pedestal that you thought was built for them. At the end of day, I still adore him and the performances he did. The difference this time, was he already fell long before. Mark Salling was known more for his recent mistakes than his badass performance of Noah Puckerman.
The most disturbing part was not the death. I was horrified by the reactions I saw on Twitter. People were praising his suicide. People were celebrating his death. I don't care how terrible he was. No one deserves death. I am sad that he put himself in a position that he thought that was the answer. I'm sorry that our image of him is now even more tainted. I feel so sorry for his family and friends. They didn't deserve this second shot of pain from losing someone.
I know it can terrible, but if anyone needs to talk ever, comfort is only a second away.
Some people may be wondering where I went. I promise that I will try harder to post, but that doesn't mean I'm not blogging. A few months ago, I became Vice Chair of the Living Fort Wayne Committee. Since that time, I decided that I should do as the other writers do and actually write for the publication. The sad thing is, I can't just start mindlessly typing on that site. We have editors and goals. The audience is way larger than my audience here.
So if you ever feel like you miss me, check out http://www.livingfortwayne.com
I am notoriously cranky on birthdays. This year, I was forced out of my seclusion and was treated for my 31 years of putting up with all of the nonsense in this world.
My condition on leaving my apartment for my birthday was simple. I required a cupcake. I typically go for one the Dairy Queen ice cream cake cupcakes, but this year, I was taken to Indianapolis to shop. I was taken to Ikea, to get my new drivers license (adulating), and to Penney's, Old Navy, and Charming Charlie. When it came time for the obligatory cupcake, I was pretty disappointed in how hard it was to find a cupcake. The first place we went had only muffins, the second place was closed, and finally we did exactly what my brother suggested. We headed over to Gigi's to get a cupcake supreme. We grabbed a cup of expensive coffee at Starbucks next door and we were set to enter the sugar comas that dreams are made of. I opted for the strawberry shortcake while my mom opted for wedding cake. Part of me said, get chocolate, it's your day, but the reasonable side of me said, I may throw up if I eat too much chocolate mixed with a white mocha. My choice was ideal. Aside from barely getting past the frosting, that may have been the best cupcake ever.
This year, no one canceled plans, no one broke up with me, and no one died. I hope that is a good sign to the 31 year.
I am a dark wine loving fool. Whenever I do a tasting, I always fill up on all of the dark dry wines that I can find. This New Year's I tried something that was almost a challenge. Typically on New Year's, you drink champagne. I decided that I was going to try my hardest to try more champagne and white wines. It started with two exceptional peach wines and one amazing pink muscato. These were all over the last month, for the record.
For my last few day of vacation, I thought I would celebrate with another lighter local wine. While not really local, Oliver Winery does reside in my state. It is not in my region and it is not my first choice normally, but I am hoping this covers any bad memories tied to the brand. My bad memories are not the fault of the brand though. When I had a roommate many years ago, she drank so much Honey Meade wine from Oliver that she threw it all up in her bathroom, everywhere. Since I wasn't blessed with the sympathy gag reflux, I was recruited to clean up her mess.
Ever since, I have held a grudge against Oliver. Why would you make such tasty wines that make people do stupid things? Well, I was looking for a good local-ish wine and I found something that I just couldn't resist.
When I was little, I would sit at the bar at Red Lobster drinking Kiddie cocktails, aka maraschino cherries and sprite. Ever since that, I have been obsessed with cherry. While my mother runs from cherry, I embrace its sweet taste. I saw a bottle of cherry muscato. Could there be a better combination? I finally uncorked this lightly fizzy delight a few hours after purchase, and was very pleasantly surprised. It was like a kiddie cocktail mixed with a little sparkling grape juice. It was just enough fizz to give a sense of excitement. The taste was soft and inviting. Unlike many dry champagnes, this muscato was true to the sweet nature, but gentle on the palette.
Will I ever forget the Honey Meade fiasco of 2010 (guessing a random year)? Probably not. I may even try to have a glass one day in hopes for it to redeem itself. Until that time, I am happy with this representation from Oliver.
If this is being posted before 7pm, I'm a poser. I'm probably drinking tea.