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Happy Hour: La Fiera

Again, with these kinda brutal weeks. Is Mercury in retrograde or something?

Joking. Not joking. Totally kidding. But really. What. Is. The. Deal.

I feel I’ve earned a glass or three of the 2011 La Fiera Montepulciano D’Abruzzo. You have, too.

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Bonus: You get to look at my Junior League cookbooks.

So, it’s my impression that Abruzzo, a region of Italy, is known for producing cheap wines. The quality has dramatically improved over the last ten years, but the prices remain the same, so “d’Abruzzo” is a good code word for “not at all bad for rock-bottom prices.” For $7.50, I walked out of my new favorite wineshop, Greenhaus, with a new lease on life. It does every last thing you want your table wine to do:

  1. It goes great with food.
  2. It is tasty.
  3. You are excited to drink it.
  4. If you hate it, it was only a couple bucks because it’s just Tuesday and it’s not like your boss is coming over for dinner or something.

Check, check, check, and check. This is a light-bodied, warm, fruity, big wine that doesn’t waste a lot of time with subtly. The sour cherries are right out there in front, and you know what? I like that. This isn’t the fanciest wine, but it’s the best thing ever for a weeknight dinner.

And you can drink the whole bottle and be out less than the cost of a draft beer at some of the nicer places.

A Word on Astrology

New York Magazine has a profile of my astrologer (“my astrologer”) and I almost hit the floor when I saw it. I started reading her horoscopes when my favorite online daily publication did an interview with her a few years ago. She seemed so reasonable and mathematical, and then she accurately predicted my boyfriend abruptly dumping me, so I came to believe she is the light and the truth.

It’s not that I believe in astrology. I don’t. It’s that I don’t NOT believe in astrology. It seems as likely as any other explanation of weird stuff that happens, and I like the idea that I could find structure and meaning in the world if I could just…read the signs (very Aquarius). I read Susan Miller‘s chart for me every month when the clock strikes midnight on the 1st if the site doesn’t crash.

Also, one time, she tweeted me and I called all of my friends in a complete tizzy, screaming, “SUSAN MILLER KNOWS WHO I AM!” and they all were like, “OMG YOU ARE SO LUCKY.” Read this article! It’s so interesting, and she makes you feel so at ease.