Lindi and I like wine... but specifically, we really like sweet wine that is not even the teensiest dry. Not even one wine-particle of dryness. Yuck. And really, really not red wine. Want to know why? I bet you do... so, Lindi used to really like red wine, and I was sort of okay with it. Then we went to Italy last summer, which was spectacular EXCEPT for the day we went on a wine tour of the Chianti region. We went to several different wineries, tried lots of different kinds of (red) wine, ate little bruschetta and salami and so on. Well. It was all well and good until Lindi started to feel sick. And then sicker. And then she sat out of the tour of one of the wine cellars because the musty, red wine-y smell was making her stomach even more upset. It was finally the end of the day, and it seemed like things were going to be okay... but then we were on our little tour bus (it probably held about 20 people total) and we were making our way down the windy, twisty road back to Florence. Lindi said she was feeling even sicker. And THEN one of the other tour-goers announced that she had forgotten her camera at the last place we had stopped, so we turned around, went BACK up the twisty turny road, got the camera, and even though Lindi made it that far, she totally did not make it down the road a third time. She told me that she was really afraid she was going to throw up, so one of the other women sitting near us gave us a paper bag that she had from buying souveniers. Lindi DID throw up, into the bag, and that was (sort of) okay until the bag broke. On me. And then she threw up more, mostly on me. I rubbed her back and while she cried and was sick and my mother did her best to wipe vomit off of the parts of our bodies she could reach. We got back to Florence, where we were staying for the month, and had to walk about six blocks, covered in vomit, to get back to our apartment. It turns out she (and subsequently, me) was coming down with the stomach flu, and it only lasted about two days... but that first day was really, really bad. Did I mention that this was only our fourth day in Italy? Anyway, that's why we don't like red wine anymore. (Or the clothes we were wearing that day.)

Okay, so now that you know that story, please put it out of your mind and focus on the delicious, non-vomit-related wine I'm about to tell you about.

Although that put red wine basically out of the running, we still wanted to find a yummy white wine for the occasional nice dinner at home. We looked for a long time, tried lots of different kinds of wine over a period of a year or so, and then we discovered the moscato grape.