The experience of eating an incredible meal lies outside intellectual reasoning. — EKRULILA/Pexels
The last of my aunts on my mother’s side passed away recently, and one of my memories of her was at a family wedding dinner 12 years ago where she and other family members were nonchalantly mixing St-Émilion red wine with cola or lemonade.
They encouraged me to do the same, because they said red wine by itself was too “sour” or “bitter”. I had tried the mixture before in Spain (where it is called kalimotxo), but it is more acceptable to mix cola and ice with cheap vino de mesa than a full-bodied expensive claret. And to be fair, a kalimotxo was a refreshingly nice drink, especially in the heat of a Spanish summer.
