happy accidents
It’s a Monday on the road, and as is my custom, I ventured out to the local Trader Joe’s for my bag of organic apples and bread-product-to-be-determined-by-price-and-impulse (since I head off to work before this hotel usually puts out it’s breakfast spread), and finally succumbed to temptation and bought a bottle of the infamous Two Buck Chuck, which in Virginia, sells for a slightly inflated $3.49, rather than the eponymous $1.99.
Getting in touch with my inner middle-aged housewife, I picked up the White Zinfandel. Go ahead, you may laugh. I was in the mood for something slightly sweet.
I can tell you, from experience, that the wine, known for it’s “extreme value,” is actually pretty good, especially for the money. I’ll probably stop again this week and take a couple of bottles (perhaps of other varieties) home for the holidays. If you have the means (and I’m guessing you probably do), it’s probably worth the effort to track down a bottle or three.
Also, I totally destroyed the cork on the bottle while opening it, and thus, am forced to drink the entire bottle this evening rather than let this tasty beverage go to waste. Oops.
