Mr. P and I are, in a word, wineaux.
We both love visiting wineries and tasting rooms, we love the geology and landscapes of wine country, our future international travel plans largely involve places where wine is made (fortunately that's almost everywhere now), and we go through an average of 1.5 bottles a week at home.
So far I have successfully resisted the gadget-lover's hints concerning a wine refrigerator, or other such storage device.
We have a bar cabinet that accommodates 18 racked bottles, as well as a few standing up (screw-cappers, or sparklers).
At any given time this is at least half full, though we do draw it down before a planned trip to wine country. So we are not in danger of running out of things to drink.
As if that would happen anyway. Here in La-La-Land, you can buy everything from beer to wine to Jim Beam at the drugstore, which in our case is 1.5 blocks away. And let's not even talk about BevMo.
After all these years of successful resistance, I am pretty sure the wine-refrigerator has fallen off the conscious wish list. I hope to keep it that way, because really ... wine is made for DRINKING.
Wine, chez nous, is an essential component of a good meal. Occasionally, it's an aperitif, and once in a great while it's the fuel for a party. It's not an investment, and it's not going to be written up in the wills. It's not something to hide in the basement and save for a "special occasion."
Life is short, and life is uncertain, and I for one do not want to be lying under a bus thinking "We should have drunk that Stag's Leap cabernet."
And, in that spirit, let me recommend the new play "Sideways," adapted by the book's author Rex Pickett, currently playing at the Ruskin Group Theatre in Santa Monica. Profane, funny, sexy, and heartfelt - great entertainment!