Wine is, unfortunately, a carcinogen for some women. Alas, I am one of those women. As a breast cancer survivor I drink little wine and that is not only a sacrifice but a heartache inasmuch as the bountiful and glorious vineyards of Napa Valley are less than a couple hours away. One of life’s greatest pleasures to is join a car group, vintage or modern, and travel to the old wineries in the Napa and Calistoga Valleys of Northern California. Nirvana! And don’t forget the brie. And, yet, I have seen some tourists with potato chips. But who cares?

Right on! I am drunk! Forgot how many i had! lol lol lol

You forgot the baguette,Bonnie!

None. Extremely allergic to the stuff so I avoid it at all costs. Actually, I’d be interested to know how many others like me are severely allergic to it.

My step-father was a recovering alcoholic later in his life. I grew up around drinking and then married an alcoholic who has been my ex for 20 years. Since then, I won’t drink at home alone or with my mother. My mom has her cocktails before and wine with dinner. I remain the designated driver. I love good wine with good food. I haven’t really found anything that goes well with p-nut butter and jelly on saltines or a grilled cheese sandwich. Hoooo Hummmmm

I receive a case of splits from a nephew who has a winery, that is my personal allowance for a year. I only buy wine when I am having guests for dinner. That’s the way its worked out over my later years. I hate throwing wine away so I rarely open a regular size bottle for myself alone. I drink one and half glasses at each setting, I don’t know why that evolved over the years. I’ve decided it comes from years of dinner parties. You know a glass with dinner and just a little more. I have been so lucky, I never developed the habit of just sitting around with a glass of wine. I have several friends who have to deal in their old age with an alcohol problem driven by a habit of drinking wine after work that became too much as they aged.