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Uncorked

As I opened a bottle of wine last night, I had to laugh at myself when I remembered another bottle of wine that I opened a few years back.  First off, let me say that I grew up in a family where the only wine in the house came out of a bottle with a twist off cap, not a cork.  Ditto when I was in college and as a newly wed.  Then, years later, I was gifted a bottle of wine with a cork and I didn’t even have a corkscrew.  I remedied that quickly and enjoyed that bottle.

Fast forward to the 2000’s when I moved to California’s Wine Country.  My daughter and I would go visit wineries on her day off from work.  I rarely went any place and I would never go to a winery on my own so I waited for her day off and we would go together.  That’s when I started to learn about wines and which ones I would like and which ones I shouldn’t even try.  Don’t get me wrong.  I am not a wine expert by any stretch of the imagination but I do know which wines are less dry (I hate dry wines) and which ones are sweet.  I know which are going to give me a headache in the morning and which won’t.  But I am not a wine snob.

So back to my memory.  Several years ago, when I already lived in Wine Country, I found some great prices at the Grocery Outlet.  To top it off, it was their semi-annual wine sale during which their already greatly discounted wines are an additional 20% off!  What a deal.  I often found the same exact wine, including winery and vintage, for as much as half of what I had just seen it for at the winery.  So I would stock up.  One day, I grabbed a bottle of red wine and proceeded to uncork it.  I was exhausted.  It had been a long day of running around with my then sixteen year old daughter in San Francisco.  I was ready to relax and watch a movie.  So as I tried to uncork the bottle, I didn’t bother to take the foil off of the top as I had found that it wasn’t necessary with my corkscrew.  It would take the foil off as it pulled out the cork.  So that night, I had a lot of trouble twisting the corkscrew into the cork and then even more trouble pulling the cork out of the bottle.  I turned on the light in the kitchen to see what I was doing wrong.  That’s when I spotted it!  The cork was not a cork.  It had no cork.  What I thought was the cork and had skewered on the corkscrew was actually a metal screw on cap on the bottle.  I had to crack up at myself.  Once I cleaned up the mess and unscrewed the cap, I poured myself a much larger glass from that bottle and enjoyed it.  Really enjoyed it.  Twist cap and all, it was a very nice wine.  Or at least my exhausted self thought it was delicious and after all, who cares how good a bottle of wine is as long as it tastes good to the one drinking it?

Cheers!

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First, I was all set for a cup of hot coffee to enjoy before my grandson got up. (He spent the night because he got in trouble at home and wanted to go to Nana’s house so his mom called and asked if he could come.)  I make a single cup of coffee at a time using a Melitta type drip coffee cone.  I do this because for years I would make a 12 cup pot and end up drinking all 12 cups myself which is not good so I ended up in the habit of just fixing one cup at a time.  I heat the water in the microwave because I don’t use the stove anymore.  I don’t use the stove anymore because the last time that I did, on Easter Sunday of 2012, I forgot that I had a tea kettle full of water on the stove and I left the house for Easter dinner and didn’t return for three hours.  I could have burned the house down but I guess the Powers That Be were watching over me so instead I came home to a house full of smoke and the horrid smell of the burning metal but thankfully, no flame.  I have no other explanation.  That wasn’t the first time but that was the worst.  On previous occasions I had left soup or a pot of beans on the stove while I ran out to get my daughter from school.  No, not intentionally.  I just forget things. Other times I had left the house with the oven or stove on and remembered when I got out on the highway (about five minutes aftere leaving home) and I would rush back.  This last time, that Easter, I just gave up.  Since then I have not used the stove.  I do everything in the microwave.  So back to this morning…

I put in the tumbler full of water and put the timer on the microwave.  Power went on.  The timer went on.  The light went on.  But it didn’t do anything.  No noise.  No turning turntable.  No heat.  Nothing.  I turned it off and cleared the timer and tried again.  Nothing.  I unplugged it, waited a few minutes, then plugged it back in and tried again.  Nope.  Nothing.  No microwave.  No hot water.  No coffee.  No relaxing time before my grandson got up.  So I cleared off and cleaned off the stovetop.  I dug out my Revere Ware tea kettle, filled it with water and turned it on.  Yay.  Now I could heat the water.  I went to read for a bit while the water boiled.  Ten minutes later I came to see why the tea kettle was not whistling.  Did my stove break down too?  I doubted that because it’s new.  I only had it for about a month when I stopped using it.  Nope.  The stove was on.  The water was boiling but the tea kettle was not whistling.  The whistle dohickie broke.  While this was fine for this one cup of coffee, it’s not fine in the long run because with a forgetful person like me, I have to have the whistler.  Anyway, I fixed my coffee and enjoyed it even though my grandson was up by then.

As I drank my coffee, I thought about going out to replace the microwave and the tea kettle.  It was very cold, though.  Inside and outside.  I figured I would wait a day or at least until the mid afternoon when our temps reach their highest.  Sitting there drinking my coffee I was quite aware of how cold it was inside my house.  I tend to not turn on the heater until November, unless there’s company.  But it was quite cold and Anderson was here playing with no shirt or pants on.  He’s four and doesn’t like to have clothes on so as long as he is home or here, he runs around in just underwear most of the time, unless there is company.  So I decided to turn on the heater for both of us.  I turned it on and turned up the thermostat (I keep it at about 68 for myself) so it would warm up quickly.  And, of course, not five minutes later the sun came out and it got hot in here.  Hot.  I shut off the heater but my house stays hot for a long time.

So now I am sitting here trying to cool off while I think of when and where I will go look for a replacement microwave and a whistling tea kettle.  And while I’m at it, I guess I need to replace my electric teapot again.  I used to use that for boiling water but when my mom came over she liked it and I gave it to her.  I replaced it and then my son came over and liked it so I gave it to him.  I replaced that one but never opened the box (because it wasn’t really the one I wanted) and ended up giving that one away.  So now I have none.  I like them because they shut off automatically when the water boils.  I think that’s just what I need.

I guess I should try to find a new “Rememberer” for myself, too.  That would make life so much easier!

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