Tonight, date night consisted solely of my husband and I sharing a bottle of wine four times the price of the wine we usually enjoy. I’m talking about Root: 1 Sauvignon Blanc.
Broken foot still ailing me, I’m beginning to master that embarrassing scooter at Trader Joe’s. I have honed my skills on the thing to the point where I can enter the wine section without my previous nail-biting certainty of knocking over those balancing acts of wine bottles they call displays.
I was buzzing along, heading toward my usual stomping grounds, the three-buck-Chuck section, when I heard the wine guy use the word ‘grapefruit-ey’ when describing the Root:1 Sauv Blanc to another shopper. The scooter doesn’t have brakes, but I cut off the power so fast I think the tires screeched. Then he used the words ‘tart’ and ‘zesty.’ I couldn’t take it anymore. I was sold.
At $9.99, this bottle was a rare treat. Like I said, four times the cost of our usual bottle as, recently, three-buck-Chuck was reduced in price to $2.49/bottle (in California, it’s even cheaper and is known as TWO-buck-Chuck!). I could hardly dare to let myself hope that this splurge would be everything I hoped for. In fact it was all that, and more.
Magically, as we opened the bottle, the sun came out. So we headed to the porch and date night consisted of this summery bottle of wine, a bowl of Wasabi Almonds (which went fabulously with the wine — a highly recommended pairing!), a few games of ladder ball (the one ‘sport’ I can really manage on crutches) and my husband and I talking about practically nothing at all for about two hours.
One might think that after ten years together there would be no new stories to tell between two people, but getting so much pleasure out of enjoying this special bottle of wine on the patio reminded me of one my husband hadn’t heard: the time my mom treated my brothers and me to dinner at a ‘fancy’ restaurant in Denver.
Wuthering Heights was sort of ‘old person’ fancy – the kind of place your boyfriend might take you on prom night because of all the white tablecloths and the fireplace. My mom had received a $50 gift certificate from a doctor for whom she worked, and was determined, though she was on a strict budget, to take her kids out for a fancy meal. When we arrived, we noticed the least expensive item on the menu was $15. We’re going back twenty plus years, remember.
So, we all agreed to order the least expensive item. But wait, how would we do it and still maintain our aura of fanciness? We devised a plan that one of us would order the item (it was cod) and then the others would ‘change their mind’ and order it too…”Oh, wait, I was going to order steak, but now the cod sounds good, yes, I’ll take the cod.” The last person was supposed to chuckle and say “I’ll make it easy, I’ll have the cod too.” We practiced this charade when the waiter wasn’t looking, and we had it down pat.
The waiter approached. We were ready. This was going to be good. He hardly finished saying “Have you decided what you would like –” when my oldest brother blurted out “We’ll take four of the cheapest.”
That night, feeling fancy proved to be short-lived. If only we’d known then that, one day, Root:1 would bottle that faux-fancy feeling! Root:1 Sauvignon Blanc tastes like summers spent vacationing in the Chilean countryside, and it costs even less than the cod.
I guess even fruit flies like feeling fancy because, with the sun, they came out in droves to share our date night. We had only one defense: