I know you’ve all been eagerly awaiting the conclusion of the wine saga that started with this post.
Who am I kidding? No you’re not.
But in case you’re wondering how homemade Chardonnay turns out in the hands of two suburban retirees and their food-blogging son, that picture tells it all.
Although the darn thing wouldn’t clarify (even after many attempts at filtering) it went down fairly smoothly. I swear. It tasted like a decent white wine, despite its odd coloring.
And when you get down to it, wouldn’t you rather have a better tasting wine than a better looking wine? I thought so.
* By the way, that’s my wife’s hand, not mine.