Bottling Wine

My dad makes his own wine. I don't exactly remember when he started doing this, but it has to have been at least seven years. I think. I don't know, but I know the wine he bottled today was three years old. The big glass bottles have been sitting down in the basement for three years, and my mom has been bitching about it. Every time we were down stairs together, she would say, "I wish he would bottle that goddamn wine!"

But, he let it sit for three years. I woke up and he was pouring the wine in bottles. I bet my mom was ecstatic, though she wasn't admitting it. The thing with alcohol is that the longer you let it age, the better it is. So, the three years definitely payed off, I guess. My dad tasted it and said it was delicious. My mom and Angie liked it too. I'm only 20, so I didn't taste it, though I'm sure one sip wouldn't have killed me. But, I have six more months until I turn twenty-one, so I'm being good.

Today he bottled some kind of white wine (I don't know what it was and I'm too lazy to get up and ask. When I know, I'll fix this :)) and Zinfandel Blush (the red wine). Six months from now, I'll let you know what I think about them.

We have a lot of bottles of wine in the basement now though. Which is fine. It goes pretty fast because we give it to everyone for Christmas, anniversaries, and birthdays. Maybe I'll give my fellow blogger, Kayla over at Sip Worthy a bottle.