December 3 2006
I’m not normally a klutz, but recent events have me re-thinking that notion.
You see, it used to be that I was rock solid steady in not creating any publicly embarrassing blunders around food or drink.
In a social situation the one thing I can be counted on for is the correct usage of my silverware, the proper placement of my bread plate and no accidents with a sweeping gesture requiring a wine emergency for our wait staff to assist me or my dining companions with additional napkins to blot the spilt mess. In short, I’m not the guy that’s going to drop a glass of red wine on somebody’s new carpet.
Over the course of the last six weeks I have dropped three glasses of wine, two in the space of twenty four hours—one in a tasting room with about 150 new friends breaking into stunned silence, another in the kitchen of friends at their vacation home (negative bonus points for the glass being crystal) and another still in my own kitchen with a freshly poured glass of red.
Clearly, I’m moving into some weird stage in my life where my manual dexterity is moving from more preternatural levels to a mere mortal’s existence.
The excellent Indianapolis food blog Feed Me/Drink Me by Braingirl has a post on a wine spill at a restaurant and the ensuing clean-up with Wine Away. It seems her own gesticulations caused a glass of tempranillo to go wayward and the waiter swooped in with an incident saving spray of Wine Away.
I never saw a need to buy a canister of this miracle juice; blame it on to many Sunday mornings zipping through the MacNeil Leher hour and Meet the Press on my way to ESPN stopping briefly enough to hear the vaguely Midwest by way of New Jersey dulcet tones of the Oxypower and Orange Glo guy. If I ever had a need, I would just Oxy it out. And, plus, well, I never spill anyways ...
Based on the endorsement of Feed Me/Drink Me, I’m picking up some Wine Away, the miracle product that is has some excellent p.r. notices going for it from mainstream publications, as well.
Resting easy, I might send a couple of spray bottles out as holiday gifts along with a good bottle of red. My new case of the “drops” be damned.
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Wine Away kicks some major ass. It has saved the green felt on my poker table from a full glass of petite sirah - twice. No sign of the stain.
And anything that can turn the disaster of a red wine spill into a spontaneous wet tshirt contestis spot-on in my book…
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I’ll throw in my praise as well. When I’m pouring in the tasting room, inevitably splashes and drops get onto my clothing. Always come out with Wine Away!