The Baptist Wine Club was born out of rebellion.
Our parents are teetotalers (hi Mom!). We didn’t see the inside of a liquor store till we were 25. Our first wine was a White Zinfandel.
Eventually, we learned a little more and tried Merlot. And behold, it was good!
And then, one day, we took a California vacation, including a trip trough The Wine Country. *insert chorus of angels here*
And we’ve never been the same since.
At least, I’ve never been the same since.
But one thing remains – the Baptist in us. (And me. Hi Mom!)
That conservative streak that refuses to pay more than $12 a bottle. Who still looks around to see if anyone we know from church is in the wine aisle at the grocery store. Who occasionally feels a little guilty stocking up on our favorite when it goes on sale. And who still enjoys a little frisson when we remember we’re good, little Baptists who aren’t supposed to drink wine.
But drink wine we do! And we enjoy it, too!
Join us as we continue our journey of wine- (and self-) discovery.
Thanks for being part of the club,