Ms. T. feels that my prejudice against zinfandel is unreasonable. Our wine consumption would certainly be cheaper if I didn't object to it. She thought she would fool me the other night. "What do you think of this?" she asked, handing me a glass from a bottle I hadn't seen. Well, the color was a little light, so it didn't look like a cab. It didn't have much nose. And the taste was light and musty at the same time, a little spicy. "Funny," I said, "it doesn't really taste like a red wine to me, not cab or burgundy. Is it a zin or something?" She was not amused. It was.
Sorry, dear, I still don't like zins.