Saturday, February 02, 2008

*fickle fridays.

I love:

and I'm not ashamed. Look, even Jesus loves it! He gave it that lovely light to bask in. Four bottles, preserved in a foil bag—so it lasts, if you're not a lush. Ahem. It lacks a certain ceremony ... It is, after all, wine in a box. There's no glass bottle, no ritualized uncorking. But it tastes just as good as a $7 bottle of wine, at about $4.75 per bottle. That's $3.25 to buy yourself something pretty. And there's no pressure to finish the whole thing in one sitting. Ahem.

I loathe:

What IS that? That makes me irrationally angry. It's an offense to the South that this is supposed to be some sort of regional delicacy. And banana? That's a partially hydrogenated torture device. I saved my coworkers from them and put them in the garbage from which they came.


Southern Foodette says:
at: 4:41 PM said...

Don't be so hard on the Moon Pie! It is Mardi Gras time after all!

at: 5:00 PM said...

I'm with ya on both counts. Pick up your jaw! Once you get past the potential stigma of HAVING wine on tap in your house, the box makes the most economical sense.

And the Moon Pie was a disappointing breakfast experience to say the least, leaving crumbs in my keyboard, a bad taste in my mouth, and plastic "chocolatey" coating stuck to my teeth. Hmph.

at: 8:24 AM said...

Wine in a box and moon pies. Nope ... not commenting after all.

K. says:
at: 8:31 PM said...

sj: it tastes like sugar-coated cardboard. bah!

j-bo: the look t-fin gave me backs up your stigma theory. but, like i said: not ashamed.



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