And then some oranges? False. These were just decor.
This was not, however. Mmmm. A short little backstory behind this wine. I went into the liquor store in the back of Rite Aid to pick this up just hours before we drank it. The plan was to get in and get out as soon as possible. Being the uneducated vino connoisseur I am, the sister said to just pick up some red wine that would make a nice sangria. Being the spastic little munchkin that I am, I nearly had a panick attack in the store trying to figure out if merlot, shiraz, or cabernet was the perfect kind. To top it off, my cell phone didn't get reception in the back of the store. I just about had a breakdown in the middle of the Rite Aid wondering what kind of wine to pick up. I was also self-conscious about the fact that I look about twelve years old. It didn't help my psyche at all. Then I found this glorious bottle. It just says red wine. And that looked good to me. No matter that it has socialist undertones on the front. That is probably what drew me to it anyways.
The red wine eventually turned into this pretty little picture. Basically all I am good for at these foodie get togethers is making sangria. It is an essential part of the evening, granted, but also anyone could do it.
J. sure enjoyed the entire meal. She loves eggplant. So we sent the majority of it home with her.
I'm not really sure what this situation was all about. All I know is that it is kind of awkward!