Two bottle openers, two methods…one result!
Ditdo frequently laments my trapdoor memory for all manner of useless and sometimes useful information. She says it is just heXX getting older and not being able to do things that we “younger” folks can do with ease…(yeah right…).
One of the categories that stands out in the long list of things I “cannot” do is our selection of wine bottle openers. We have all sorts, but two of them are used the most. One is your average, every day dollar store variety. You know…screw in, press down the vice and viola! you have an opened bottle of wine to cure your whine. The other is a source of constant consternation for me (the “younger”). It is one of those XO models that is supposed to be good for arthritic hands. My 71 year-old mom has no trouble WHATSOEVER utilizing this fancy tool to pop open a bottle of her favorite merlot or sauvignon blanc. She places the instrument upon the top of the bottle and within a second or two has her bottle open. I cannot operate the blasted thing to save my life. It completely confounds me beyond reason. I generally end up with a shredded cork and bits floating around in my chardonnay. This leads to having to strain the bits out using a method fully tested by my mother and me, but like I am apt to say…that is a totally different story.
So, in the meantime, I am often humbled to be forced to ask my mommy to open my bottle of wine. But, in the end, if there is a bit of whining to do, well, we do that equally well-mostly on the front piazza in our multigenerational garden where I will no doubt dredge up some sort of useless trivia from the depths of my brain to take our minds off of the current subject of whine.
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