Wine, Wine, and more Wine.

I can honestly say that I have very few memories of my parents drinking alcohol when I was a child. Certainly never my mother, and I can only remember my dad drinking the occasional beer at a basketball game or a vodka and tonic when he was grilling or mowing the lawn....which looking back now seems like  two occasions when I would be least likely to drink...when I was playing with fire or when I was playing with things that could cut my fingers off...but to each his own...

Since I've reached adulthood though...they've more than made up for those 18-21 years of abstaining.

For example....I'm at my parents house for dinner tonight. I look over across the kitchen and my dad is standing in his wine nook....the one that has the wine fridge that keeps all 99 bottles of his precious red wine at a consistent 60 degrees...to see him talking on the phone and opening a bottle of wine with one of these:

It's an automatic wine bottle opener. If the combo of a 99 bottle wine fridge and an automatic wine bottle opener doesn't scream out of control wine-o then I really don't know what does...