It’s Wine Wednesday, and I want to talk to you about cheap wine.
This is Barefoot Pink Moscato. It tastes, to quote Luke Danes, pink. Pink pink. Like drinking a My Little Pony. It breaks at least three of my food rules, and has never cost me over five dollars.
When I bought this bottle, Jesse commented that I “probably wouldn’t put it on the blog.” For a moment, with all the wine-snobbery I’ve come in contact with through books, blogs, and magazines, I strongly considered omitting it. After all, most wine-snobs wouldn’t even drink wine from a supermarket, let alone one of the cheapest brands available.
Ignoring the fact that judging people for buying wine from the supermarket is incredibly classist, I have no problem admitting to liking “junk food” occasionally, and sometimes that applies to “junk wine.” Just because I know how to make a vanilla bean chiffon cake filled with pastry cream and fresh fruit doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy a Funfetti cupcake every now and then. (Rainbow sprinkles are instant happiness.) I can drink junk wine and still know and enjoy good wine.