…Or how the mighty have fallen.
I have always made fun of the fact that my inlaws drink boxed wine. And I still do, because they do not drink for taste but for alcohol content. Seriously, during our last visit, they *ahem* “uncorked” a couple of boxes and they were kinda vinegary.
Don’t worry. They didn’t let it go to waste.
Anyway, my wonderful SIL, Twin’s wife, was wondering if we wouldn’t mind trying a particular boxed wine they had found at their local spirits store. Trust me, it couldn’t be worse than what my inlaws were imbibing, so I told her most definitely. Because you see, she has been a wine taster and knows her stuff.
PINOT EVIL!!!! Get it??
The name alone sold me on it, but truthfully, it is a light pinot noir and very easy to overindulge. I take back everything I ever said in my generalizations of boxed wine. In my defense, all I had to go on was the stuff my inlaws steep in.
Best part? No cork! Second best part? Spigot! Third best part? Hubby can serve me