This is a shot of my little wine cabinet.  I do not require more as my husband prefers beer.  I saw these tiny catnip toys the other day and could not resist them.  There is my favorite, a “Cat-bernet,” then there is a “Cat-vignon” and finally a “Muscat.”  I have seen some doggie “wine bottles” but never anything for cats, who frankly seem more suited for it than their canine brethren.  The American wine maker Joe Bastianich said:

“You can enjoy a $15 bottle of wine as much as you can enjoy a $100 bottle of wine.”

I absolutely agree.  Because I find the youngest French red wine vastly superior to anything Californian, I have some French bottles I have saved.  I have realized looking at this picture just what this says about me.  First, the travel bottle of Bordeaux Supérieur I think is from our last trip to Paris.  To the left the wolf shamelessly peeking out is actually Prairie Wolf Vodka, which I clearly bought for the name and logo.  Stella Maris has great personal meaning to me, as I have explained in previous posts, it is from the Latin “Star of the Sea” and part of my child’s name.  Then there is the Saint Francis Cabernet Sauvignon from Sonoma I keep because of my affinity for St. Francis.  It is a good wine; I just prefer French as their grapes are centuries more developed and without the harmful pesticides unfortunately prevalent thoughout the U.S.  Clearly I must be an easy target for marketing; I lost my mind over my latest discovery of this “Once Upon a Vine:  The Big Bad Red Blend” I just found because the depiction of the wolf caught my eye.  Perhaps the old saying is true even before one opens the bottle:  in vino veritas.