Tasting Wine

Growing up in Haddonfield, New Jersey my experience with wine consisted of the gallon jug of Gallo Hearty Burgundy which dad kept under the stove. We didn't go through it that quickly, so we got a new one about once every six months. As my brother and I got into our teens, we occasionally would be treated to a tall quaff of Gallo on nights when the family would gather around a piece of red meat. It happened infrequently enough that I never knew what to make of it. You could say that wine wasn't really a part of my life growing up.

I left home not thinking much of the stuff, but having developed a typical fondness for beer. I occasionally tasted some wine when it was offered, but overall wine was not something I found attractive.

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