We make every attempt to put on a good spread for our annual Preakness Stakes get togethers. This year we dusted off the chairs, bought plenty of ice, put the dogs out, washed the plastic cups, untwisted the Boones Farm, and waited for the fun to begin.
Go ahead and gasp at the extravagence. We know these are hard times, but our friends have come to expect a feast and who are we to deny them. An afternoon to forget their troubles, is that too much to ask? "Let them use plates", that's my motto.
I'm sorry. I've skipped my meds and have those ugly flashbacks again. Allow me to start over.
Remember this swill? Don't kid yourself, you've had it. Boone's Farm Wild Mountain Grape, Strawberry Hill. Served very cold, when you are 16 it isn't half bad. Did you know they still sell it?
Trick is, its not wine anymore. Its a malt beverage. Saves on taxes I understand. I found several reviews on Google. Seems it's still the perfect summertime quencher.