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Wine Wednesday

My blog's titled dinner, wine, & my spare time
So I figured it's time for wine! We can discuss my spare time later, after I finish this glass lol!

Here is my philosophy on wine
Box wine is good, there I said it! Wine doesn't have to cost more that $20 a bottle. Don't be afraid of twist-offs. I will drink $5 champagne (or to be technical sparkling wine). That being said any "champagne" less than $5 I will probably pass on! Yes, I am a sucker for pretty wine bottles.


For Thanksgiving I bought box wine, I decided to go with a little more upscale brand (upscale for box wine, it that an oxymoron?) Which gave me more flavor options. I wanted some pinot grigio and hubs wanted pinot noir.  What can I say we love our pinots :-)

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