This weekend, I redeemed another one of my daily deal coupons - winemaking. Mmmmm, vino. My bf and I went up to the winery (in Aurora) - yes, a bit of a hike, but worth it, as I mentioned a few posts ago about the obscenely high costs of alcohol in Ontario. We went in, and it's a pretty classy place, actually; besides winemaking supplies, they have all these cute little wine-related goodies - carafes and bottles openers in the shape of animals, Parisian-esq coasters and hundred-dollar glasses (yes, for one glass). The lady asked what type of wine I usually buy, and as she listed off the various countries (Australia, South Africa, Argentina, etc) I realized that what I really like was right here at home. So we ended up choosing a white wine - very similar to this Jackson-Triggs Ontario white that I really love.
The process was quite simple - water, the grape juice/concentrate, this clay mixture that was sprinkled in (to clarify) and yeast (to turn it into alcohol, baby!) I had such fun, for some reason, I forgot this has to sit for a month and ferment; I was looking forward to drinking a bottle last night! I guess that's the downfall of u-brew; gratification is not instant.
Later on, since we were up north anyway, we took a little day trip to Lake Simcoe, and swam, sat on the docks, lapped up the sun. I love lazy summer days - where the sky is endlessly sunny and blue, and warms your skin after coming out of the chilly lake. I also got to catch up on my summer reading - I'm halfway through Bridget Jones's Diary, which is classic, classic, chick lit, and I'm a bit embarrased to say I haven't read it before. (The movie, of course! How could I not see a Colin Firth flick?) Any chick-lit reader worth her Manolos though will tell you that Bridget Jones is like the mecca of the genre, and devotees of chick-lit must definitely read it! I do love a good romance, as evidenced by my first post, but in the past five or six years or so, I've branched out to chick-lit a bit.
It's actually very good. Sometimes I wonder if a book has too much hype, but this one actually makes me LOL (not just on-screen). Here's an excerpt:
Scene: Bridget just arrives at her parent's friends New Year's party...
"...Come on, let's get you a drink. How's your love-life, anyway?"
Oh God. Why can't married people understand that this is no longer a polite question to ask? We wouldn't rush up to them and roar, "How's your marriage going? Still having sex?" Everyone knows that dating in your thirties is not the happy-go-lucky free-for-all it was when you were twenty-two and that the honest answer is more likely to be, "Actually, last night my married lover appeared wearing suspenders and a darling little Angora crop-top, told me he was gay/a sex addict/a narcotic addict/a commitment phobic and beat me up with a dildo," than "Super, thanks".
And that's only page 11!