I am now officially a drinker of wine in all its luscious hues and textures: red and white, very dry; rose, ditto; sparkling white prosecco and a sparkling red which I tasted for the first time today when Shay handed me a full glass on the rooftop this evening.
I came back from my run and heard them calling me from up there. I climbed the steep stairs and there they are were, smirking with glasses in hand (not Barbara, though. She's suffered from either food poisoning or a virus of since last night.) slurping up this sparkling ruby red stuff. Shay filled, yes filled, an entire elegant tulip-shaped glass for me and I drank the whole thing -- and that's before any thought of dinner.
The corruption process started with them filling a half of a liquer glass two months ago. The other day, on my own initiative I went out and bought a bottle of Montenegro, a lovely digestive, when I noticed we'd run out of amaro. The bottle says the liquer is made from herbs....
|The evening sky from our rooftop.... lounge?|
|Housemates Frances (enjoying a glass of sparkling red) and Barbara in our rooftop lounge|
|Shay relaxes after having filled everybody's glass|