Home, home on the Grange

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22332466.post-84333563011605297172008-05-01T14:58:00.004+09:302008-05-01T15:19:32.257+09:30Home, home on the GrangeOne of the big news items in little old SA today is the release of Penfolds new Grange. Retailing at around $550 a bottle, it's probably not the kind of thing you'd BYO to one of the cheap yet cheerful gut busting Chinese kitchens me and my ilk like to frequent. At that price, I'd probably save it for one of the many ritual male sacrifices held by my Ladies Feminist Foxilliary Club every third full moon (three for each point of the holy vagina). After smearing our menstrual blood all over the defiled carcass of whichever hapless schmuck we'd chosen to hold accountable to all the sins of the patriarchy that particular night, we could pop the cork on a bit of expensive red and congratulate ourselves on being crazy. Which is just like any other Feminasty Friday Full Moon really. But I digress. Matthew Abraham and David Bevan invited callers this morning to share their own memories of Grange Hermitage. The following two stories leapt out from the radio waves and pierced me straight through the heart. Truly, there is nothing more depressing than what you are about to read...Consider this your warning. <blockquote>"Caller Robert shares his Grange story. Way back in 1978 he used to look at various wines a lot. He could not buy much wine then, but he could buy a lot of Grange at about $10 or $12 a bottle. In 1979, the news report came in that the Grange 1971 had won the National Wine Olympiad. He knew where he could get this particular wine cheaply so he picked up ten bottles of the Grange 1971 in Hobart for about $12 each. He also knew that when he returned to Geelong, he could buy them at the supermarket for $8. Robert explains that a bottle of Grange 1971 today would sell for around $1000. After he bought his wine, he drank one bottle and gave a bottle to another friend before storing the rest. But in 1984, tragedy struck when his car broke down and needed a new engine. He sold the Grange bottles to replace his car and was really happy because he got $30 a bottle for them. Alas, Robert says he has never been happy since."</blockquote> Heartbreaking. But then there's Min: <blockquote>"Caller Min owns a holiday house in Victor Harbor where she and her partner keep their wine. Some time ago, they had a phone call from the police saying they had been burgled. When they went down, their wine cellar had been plundered and nearly all the wine was stolen. The policeman who had interviewed them was a red wine drinker and he was beside himself to hear the Grange Hermitage wine was gone. Weeks later, they found out where the burglar lived and discovered him with two half empty bottles of 1991 Grange. The policeman asked him why he hadn't finished them, puzzled. The burglar said he didn't like them and so had been drinking them mixed with Woodcroft's lemonade. "</blockquote> *cries* Funnier though was when Abraham and Bevan mused on what exactly Grange mixed with lemonade would taste like. After reflection, they decided on cold duck. Peace out (while sighing at how I have gotten into the unbreakable pattern of drinking cask wine at the pub) * Hey, some people have knitting clubs. audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323195108685705355noreply@blogger.com