It's All About Wine

For my entire life, my mother has gotten together with her girlfriends to drink wine. They've been the Fab Four since I could remember, and among the four of them are eight children.... seven girls and my brother. Poor Garrett. But... when we were younger we would all make fun of our moms for being wine freaks, as they each had their own favorite bottles and flavors.... And then I lived in France. It's been more than a year since I lived there and in that time I've gone from "Yes, I would love a glass of wine with dinner" to "The cab from this year is better from Napa, but the next year has a better taste from the Pacific Northwest".
Yeah. I'm a wine snob.
And I can say that the other six girls enjoy it too. Well, five.... Heather doesn't really drink. But Jena and I are the best. We've actually turned into our mothers. This summer we sat in her living room watching the sun go down over the lake, catching up on gossip, men, work and life in general and went through a Pinot Noir and Sauvignon Blanc... and not cheap bottles either.
Yet I think this true "Oh my God, I'm a wine snob" moment came to me two nights ago, as I wrote a review of seven different bottles for one of my friends. Yep. Seven different bottles based on a generally low price and what to eat each one with and so on so forth. And then there's the fact that I have "The Essential Wine Book" next to my bed.
How did I not see this coming?!!?!? What happened to my mockery of people who drink wine? I'VE BECOME ONE OF THEM!

So. I hope everyone has a Happy Easter.... I'm going to spend it with Nik and Heather, and hopefully cook something for dinner that goes well with the Reisling I want to try.

I wish I had Jesus' ability to turn water to wine.