The Last Bottle of Bindolo
Sometimes, I’m almost too sad to write more than one sentence. Or six. This is one of those times, because we recently finished our last bottle of Bindolo, the wine from Donini we drank a fair amount of when we lived in Italy. You can read more about Bindolo and Donini in this past post, and then get on a plane and go pick some up (and tell Diego hello for us). Me, I’m going to look at the picture and tear up (though the sadness is partially offset by the fact that we shared that last bottle with pals Rebecca, who makes the great Deluxe jams and cocktail syrups, and Eric, who owns the best bike shop in Seattle, JRA. At least we had that last bottle with awesome folks).
phismi said:
Aw, I feel this way when we finish the instant coffee we bring home from Japan after a visit.
Don’t you judge me.
scharrera said:
Time to get that importing business up and running?
ajrathbun said:
Phi, I understand completely. It’s so tasty, and yet so sad. Sometimes sappy-ness is completely understandable.
ajrathbun said:
And Scharrera, that does need to happen. Or I’ll just bring back some cases in May and import solely to people I know.
