I love uncorking a new bottle of wine. There’s something about that little cylindicular (that’s not even a word) piece of cork that separates wine from all the other beverages out there.
Now, I really love my beverages; there’s one for every mood or occasion. My refrigerator and cupboards can attest to that.
Coffee (of course coffee is way up there on the list- I don’t live in Seattle for nothing!) to laze around on Sunday morning or to relax with after a long day’s work. As a brief aside- I never NEVER enjoy a cup of coffee on the run for the sole purpose of getting the eye lids to stay open. It doesn’t work for me anyways. Caffeine can’t touch me.
Jasmine green tea to cosy up those rainy nights lying in bed with a book and fuzzy blanket.
Sparkling water with lime to liven up a warm afternoon or with a nice big bowl of Homestyle popcorn (ahhh, I can hear it now… the microwave whirring and the dull percussion of the popping kernels inside their paper balloon of salty goodness).
A nice beer, preferably enjoyed with a group of friends at a cafe on a hot European summer evening or big greasy slice of pepperoni pizza with mushrooms and black olives.
Hansen’s Diet Tangerine and Lime soda for a light bubbly something. I must confess the last Coke I drank made my face twist and contort, so unused to it’s thick, syrupy goodness I was.
But there’s nothing that says special like that *pop* of a cork snapping out of a good, however much it did (or didn’t) cost, bottle of wine. Therefore, I’m fundamentally against the new screwtop wine bottles. So completely unceremonious.
In the off chance my opinion matters in sommelier-land.
Along that same vein, maybe that’s why I think half marathons are for wusses (Half marathoners out there– I implore you to feel no impulse to be offended; read on). Which is why I feel the need to follow “I’m running Vancouver Half Marathon this weekend (true story*)” with “I’m running the Nike Women’s Marathon in San Francisco in the fall.” Somewhere along the way, I got it into my head that running a half is somewhat akin to a screwtop wine bottle. That being said, I’m adrenalized and rarin’ to have a go at being the biggest wus in Vancouver this Sunday!
*I was, at a previous point in time, training for the Full, until marathon-running-partner-he-who-shall-not-be-named AHEM… ROSS SMITH, decided he wasn’t up to training-par for the full so we dropped to the half, upon which he promptly bailed. After a period of being rebuffed, he’s now back in (mostly) good graces. If you can’t keep up with the pace, mon frère, you’ll be staring at a steadily shrinking ass. ;)
Disclaimer- every runner, whether they manage one lap around a track, or are finishing a marathon after swimming 2.4 miles and biking 112, is my absolute hero. True story.
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hey-o,
i liked reading your beverage related thoughts, and would like to add one of my own- what about BEER WITH A CORK!! have you ever had one of those sweet belgians? man- you had better give one a run. they’re tremendous. i recommend one called the Maudite.
anyway, i think anybody who can say “half marathons are for wusses” is pretty damn hard core.
Lindsay, I also feel like I’m missing out on buying wine with a screw top lid and have been having quite the quandary because of it. While at someone’s house a couple months ago they served me this really good wine, and shared the name with me and where I can purchase it. However, when I found the wine and realized it had a screw-top I just couldn’t do it. Not sure why I was so weird about it, but apparently you feel the same way.