Skip to main content

Whining about Wine

This stinks.
Why on earth does it make sense to keep wine out of the grocery stores here in the fine state of Tennessee? We have beer, but no wine. And for those who say that it will ruin the Mom and Pop liquor shops that currently hold wine hostage, I say, "Bullocks." If I really want a fancy-schmancy vintage of some sort of high regard, most likely I won't shop for it in aisle nine of Kroger.
If I pick up pasta, it sure would be nice to pick up a red bottle of wine to enjoy it with. Instead, I have to drive out of my way, wasting gas and time, to accomplish such.
Just put on your big-boy panties and pass the damn bill, Tennessee.


  1. The Tennessean did an article (it may be what you linked to I didn't read it--I confess!) and then followed up with a question for readers about whether it should be allowed. There was absolutely NO decension. Great! If MADD doesn't oppose it why would anyone else? Bring on the vino and the Trader Joes!!!!


  2. Seriously, Trader Joes! I love Trader Joes and could handle some 2 buck chuck. Also, we like our Borgogne and Champagne which would have to come from a high end store, where they know what they are doing, like the Green Hills Wine Shoppe.

  3. I say the more places you can buy alcohol the you don't know this is your little sister commenting. I miss you both and love you more! And if ya'll do get a Trader Joes I expect monthly care packages with items from there because we all know Augusta will never evolve to Trader Joes status.

  4. BTW...CUTE photo of you both.
    L in GA

  5. I believe you mean "ballocks," not "bullocks"... unless you're talking about a bull in a grocery shop.

    that said... bring on the wine.

    could be worse, we could be in Indiana... where grocery stores sell beer but it has to be warm.

  6. Wow, I had to look up "ballocks" on Wikipedia to see what the deal was. You're totally right!
    This is what happens when you try to blog in a hurry late at night or on lunch breaks. MY BAD.
    Ya'll keep me on my toes.


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

'Party Time, Excellent' Books: The Food Lab, Smitten Kitchen Every Day, Beard on Food, Farmette

One of my favorite pastimes is to visit the library & peruse new and old cookbooks.

I think this is probably most definitely violating copyright law, but when I check out cookbooks and find recipes that I like, I'll copy them and file them in my almighty 3-ring green food binder. This binder holds recipes torn from magazines and newspapers, family recipes emailed and handwritten, takeout menus, and paper menus from restaurants we've visited and enjoyed. It's my big book of food awesomeness, and I'm always in search of items to keep it growing.

When a friend mentioned the Food52 Cookbook Club on Facebook, I figured it would be a fun way to experiment with foods I might not normally cook, and to expand my horizons beyond the Charlotte-Mecklenburg Library stacks.

The Best Way to Keep Cannoli Fresh and Other Baltimore Stories

My mom and step-dad were up visiting for Thanksgiving and after gorging ourselves on turkey and the sites of D.C., I took them on a day-trip to Baltimore.

After a visit to my mom's favorite museum (she's a mosaic artist), we aimed for lunch at Rocket to Venus in Hampden. It was closed for lunch, but our trip up Charles St. wasn't for naught - we stumbled onto residents of 34th St. setting up their Christmas displays! This street is Christmas at its best, or worst, depending on your tolerance/interest in all things Christmas. Erin teases me for being a scrooge, but I have to admit, lights and what-not are nice at this cold and dark time of year.

After a brief walk through Hampden, we aimed for lunch at Kooper's Tavern in Fells Point. The tavern was most certainly open, with rowdy sports fans packing the bar and even spilling onto the sidewalk for fresh-shucked oysters. (My friend Gideon would have camped out right there for their Chincoteagues!) After some deliberati…

Oh Hygge Yes: Soups for Making Your 2018 Cozy & Warm

On the first day of 2018, the scene is set. 

The fireplace is blazing. Our dog Loretta is curled up on the love seat next to me. Candles on the mantle are flickering. My small-ish second glass of red wine blooms warmly with each sip.

There's no Netflix on the TV.  No radio blaring the latest news.  

Quiet. Gentle. Cozy. 

I'll have a second and third helping of this in 2018, please and thank you.