I don’t know a lot about wine, but I feel that I’m bright enough to determine what tastes like crap and what doesn’t. I don’t have a sophisticated palette, but I sure do know what bottle of Merlot I prefer to drink while eating a handful of cheez-it’s and watching Cupcake Wars.
I’m writing about wine from the perspective of a busy mom. I’ll always know more about Velociraptors than I will about vineyards. Making the perfect peanut butter and jelly will come before finding the perfect Pinot Noir, but when I’m at Ralph’s and there is a $4 bottle of red that just so happens to taste like unicorn kisses, I need to tell the world about it.