Icewine from the Okanagan, people. Best shit in the motherfucking WORLD.
For Canadian Thanksgiving, I looked longingly at Canadian Food online. Yesterday, we accidentally had Canadian Thanksgiving-ish dinner with my folks. Oh, and my mother fowarded me a Happy Thanksgiving mail last week.
This was the extent of my Canadian Thanksgiving Experience.
I've yet to have icewine, but it's huge up here, so close to Canada.
I have no tolerance for sweet wines.
Me either, though I have never had ice wine.
You and me both, Sue. I used to be a horrible snob and sneer at people who drink white zinfandel ("PINK wine? You mean Kool-Aid?"), and then I realized what a jackass I was being. Now my basic attitude is, drink what you like, but I might not like what you like, so don't take offense if I turn down your offer of pink wine.
I learned to drink (and love!) beer, but only pale ales. And I learned to drink (and love!) wine, but mostly only sweetish stuff like zinfandels and rieslings. Red wine I can't really drink unless ... I'm really drunk already.
::cradles sweet tooth gently::
What's weird about me and sweet wine is that I have the biggest sweet tooth EVAR. I'm like The Fly. I would eat handfuls of sugar if there was no other sweet option.
Two things I don't like sweet: coffee and wine. I cannot understand it.
(Although I don't mind a good sangria with spicy tex-mex.)
I'm just a total plebe, I think. I still like Kraft mac-n-cheese.
I'm like The Fly.
Please don't vomit all over your donuts.
Up until I stopped dieting/became fat
I had a tremendous sweet tooth, except for coffee. Now that I dont diet, I almost never want sweets. Like, I had ice cream today for the first time in 2 years. I just have no sweet tooth at all. It is very strange.