I try to like wine.

I really do.

But I don't like wine.

Not red wine, more specifically. I like a little white wine every now and then. Which is a pity, because I really want to like red wine. It's beautiful.

I tried drinking some beautifully warm mulled wine tonight.

Bleagh.

It smelled absoloutely delicious, and the warmth was wonderful, but the wine itself...bleagh.

It's a pity.

I wish I liked wine.

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Rosie.

PS, I don't mind red wine based soups or stews. In fact, one of my very favorite stews, the base is nearly completely red wine.

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