“Who loves not wine, women, and song, remains a fool his whole life long!”
– Johann Heinrich Voss
Not bad. Apparently you need three names to be a wine poet. Sitting there on a grassy knoll in Austria listening to a choral rehearsal of Mahler in the distance while pouring another glass for Fräulein Greta on a summer afternoon. Johann is no fool!
“The work week has past. We toiled through the days. Nay to carbs. Yea to greens. Whilst consuming vast amounts of protein.” – Gluttony Boy
Friday is done and a man’s thoughts embrace gluttony. As ground beef, beans, tomatoes and other ingredients simmer in the pot, I reach for the handle of the wine fridge, open the door and withdraw a bottle of Zinfandel. Not any Zinfandel, but one that promises to embrace the weekend sinfully and in gluttonous fashion. I’m talking about a 2007 bottle of 7 Deadly Zins. Fire up the iPod and kiss my Frau, lest me be a fool.
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