Not all wines are better with age. We learned this the hard way tonight. Dan and I are not exactly wine aficionados. But we have been known to dabble in lessons of the grape in the past.
The past. As in, before we were pregnant. And before we had a kid who didn't sleep much and made us too tired to imbibe before bed ourselves.
Now that our child sleeps for the elusive twelve-hour stretch of which we could only dream, we're dusting off those vintage bottles of the grape which we had long forgotten in our wine cellar.
They were dusty for a reason. Not all wines are better with age and we're here to tell you that these eight bottles were not consumed, but were instead poured down the drain. The vintages from 1999-2002 are not doing so well as we approach the halfway point of year 2007. Not so well at all. Bitter, dry in a bad way, chunky, and even...(gasp!)...fizzy.
Chuck. Chuck. Chuck.
This is how Dan felt about it. Pitching the wine, that is. This is not a drunk photo. He resorted to a beer tonight instead.
We still have two reds from '03 left in the cellar, one dessert wine from '01 (which I am scared to try because I brought it home from a trip to Chicago back then and can't believe we haven't opened it yet), a bottle of champagne, a Chardonnay in which I have little faith but it's chilling in the fridge anyway and a "fresh" 2004 Riesling that I just bought today. We love Riesling and this is a good German one. We were married in 2004 and thought this might be a nice anniversary drink for next month.
Wish us luck.