I’d like to take you inside one of the rooms in our house at the shore. I call it the Blue Room, I guess because the pull-out couch is blue and because I don’t like calling it the spare room. Spare room sounds like a “I don’t use this, so why don’t you take it.” kind of room.
Blue room sounds more like you’re staying at the White House. No matter what your political views, that would have to be such a cool place to have a sleep over! Anyway, as much as I’d love to have you stay, and as important as you are to me I’m afraid you’d have to live out of your suitcase for the duration of your stay. (Ask our son and his wife.)
You’ll notice that there’s a closet to the left of the pretty blue night light, and there’s another to the right of it, which didn’t make the shot. But these are not really functional, in the sense that closets are used for clothing and shoes, and maybe some extra pillows thrown up on a shelf.
No. Inside, take note, are the makings for some of my husband’s delicious
Currently, you’ll find Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, Malbec, Pino Grigio, Zinfadel, and Cabernet Franc all “cookin’” in there. (Not that it cooks, but then it’s Jeff’s hobby, not mine. I am vino making-challenged – but luckily, not vino-drinking-challenged,).
Each carboy, (that’s what the juice is in) produces about 28 bottles. It takes approximately a year, or more in some cases, of mostly waiting while the fermenting takes place. There’s racking and reracking, and a few extras involved, but the results yields some pretty decent, glass-clicking, butt-kicking wine.
So this is what’s inside our Blue Room, inside our closets. And when all is said and done, this is what you get to put inside your tummy.
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I’m going to pour myself a glass…