Then two of the three couples canceled, with less than two hours before “go” time. We tried scaring up other people to come, but on such short notice, no one could. The result was us and one other couple with six, count ’em six, anonymous carafes of five-year-old red wine. We had our tasting anyway, and had a very nice evening visiting with our friends.
With the result that we had nearly two and a half liters of red wine left over because really, how much are only four people going to drink? So I took one of the containers I use for infusing liquor and dumped the remains of all six carafes in it, intermingling the grape juice in a combination never before or again to ever be replicated by anyone, anywhere.
The result: vino intercontinentale. Some of that wound up in tonight’s spaghetti sauce. Some of it is in glasses being drunk right now. The truth of the matter is, it’s quite good. I need to let it warm up — we stored it in the fridge for some reason that made sense to us when we were inebriated — but even a bit on the cool side, it’s quite enjoyable. I don’t think I’d attach a high price tag to it, but I’m drinking it and pretty happy.