Crawled out of the sack about 8 p.m., having fallen face-first onto the bed after the mid-day feast. WTF? A couple of glasses of wine seem have rendered me shit-faced drunk!
The crazy thing is, it doesn’t appear that I drank that much of it. Pondering a near-hangover, I stumbled into the kitchen and pulled the remains of the bottle out of the fridge. It’s still half-full…meaning it’s half empty. BUT…I poured a substantial amount of it into the food.
At Costco this afternoon, I spotted a package of wild scallops. Mmmmmmm!!! Scallops!!!!!!
Naturally, one could not walk past these without having them jump into the shopping cart. And naturally, one could not cook them without slathering them in white wine. So I bought a bottle of Dry Creek Sauvignon blanc, about ten bucks.
Sautéed the little fishies in butter, garlic and herbs. Tossed in some chopped tomato. Then poured in a lot more wine than I probably should’ve: the result was wetter than I like. But good. Very, very good, served over pasta. If memory serves, I had all of two glasses of the wine.
I’ve consumed half a bottle of wine before — as in drinking it, not as in pouring it into the food and boiling off the alcohol. A half-bottle of wine is not good for me, but it doesn’t make my clothes fall off.
So I do not understand why I would get blotzed on a couple glasses of not-very-fancy wine.