Last night we had friends over for dinner, and they brought the wine. Since I made lasagna, they chose some beautiful merlot, and we had a wonderful evening of food, wine, laughter and talk. We had about a half a bottle left over, so out it came with tonight's dinner--we wouldn't want it going bad while we're away for Thanksgiving, now would we?
Julia asked if she could have a taste. I said sure, but I didn't know if she'd like it. She sniffed it, then took a sip, made a face, and said, "Yuck! That tastes terrible!" Then she stopped, thought a moment, and said, "But actually, it does have a rather appealing aftertaste!"
Pretty good for seven years old.