I can’t believe this. I have not had a nasty cold in a very long time and here I am up to my elbows in used tissues, shivering and bundled up in a sweat shirt sounding like a duck and looking like Rudolph the red nosed reindeer. (feeling sorry for me yet?) And it’s Tuesday again - Tuesday’s are not suppose to suck. Trixie drug me off kicking and screaming to the doctor to get me back on my feet.
Now the real question, what kind of wine is suitable for a bad cold. Since I am not thinking very clearly, Trixie pointed out that the real question is: what kind of wine goes with the chicken soup that she is giving me while I have a cold. I am thinking that chicken often goes with a good white wine but extreme times call for extreme measures and my answer was… Scotch! She did not find this funny and brought in a bowel of soup and a glass of red wine. She was doing an experiment and did not tell me what the wine was. I was suppose to sniff and taste and tell her what wine I thought she brought me. What a Joker, I can see this isn’t going to work. I thought I would be able to figure it out but…. I can’t smell or taste!! I guess my Vintage Tuesday wine skills are temporarily on hold until this thing passes.
Where is my aspirin?
Cough, Sniff, Snort and Cheers!,
Angus
