It’s a beautiful, rushed meeting of those nostalgic blue Kraft boxes from after school specials and the trendy adult cacio e pepes that have overtaken the menus of fancy Italian restaurants everywhere.
I have an unofficial tradition of declaring a “Sweet Treat of the Summer” around this time every year.
Here are some things to look for when deciding if your wine has gone bad.
An hour. That’s all the time that stands between you and a fudgey, chocolatey, cake that’s just this side of a brownie and a strawberry frosting that tastes like summer itself was bottled into a Barbie pink tube.
It’s eight days to Pride! Get some inspiration for colorful, tasty nonalcoholic drink concoctions to serve yourself or loved ones!
I usually prefer lower-ABV wines during daytime hours or anytime I want something that’s an easy sipper. IMO the higher-ABV stuff works well for candlelit dinners and nighttime flirting, but that’s just me!!
Is it just me or is focaccia gay?
I’m ranking them here based on whether or not they actually taste like the thing they’re supposed to be.
In my opinion there’s no better home for springtime asparagus than nestled between a bed of cheese and butter. That’s my selling point. My strongest argument.
I highly recommend going outside RIGHT NOW AND HAVING A SNACK.
There’s probably a joke in here about being a bottom, but genuinely a lot of my favorite date night dinners involve, well, toppings.
Welcome to Uncommon Pairings, a new Autostraddle column about wine! Today, we’re learning how to taste.
I promise this is about blood marys, but first it’s going to be about leaving my church.
If I had to guess, I would say that Warheads are made of sugar and that stuff called The Dip that Judge Doom uses in Roger Rabbit to melt cartoon characters.
Finding drinks that scratch the alcohol craving itch for me is essential, and right now that thing is prebiotic sodas.
Giving up caffeinated soda was one of the hardest parts of being pregnant.
Canned wines have solved the problem of me not wanting to commit to an entire bottle of something.
This is not a cautionary tale or a poignant anecdote about finding myself amid waves of imposter syndrome
Every punk party — whether it was in Ft. Lauderdale or Lake Worth or North Miami — had the exact same drink options. Either you were drinking Mickey’s or you were doing shots of Jack Daniels.
Do you remember the first time you stumbled upon a satisfaction you tried to make entirely your own?