Yesterday I mentioned blueberry wine as one of my favorite drinks. It is a wonderfully, refreshing twist on your ordinary red wine. I say red because I can not drink white wines (or pinks or blushes). When I do, I get headaches. I’ve been ridiculed, laughed at, given funny looks… questioned, but it remains consistent. If I could change it I would. I love wine. However, anything but a red will burst my head.

Poet. Didn’t know it.

Merlot, Shiraz, Pinot Noir, Syrah, Malbec… but more often a box of Shiraz. It is good, but can use a bit of jazzing up, summerfying.

Many times I’ll simply add fruit. If we’re at bookclub and the hostess is serving cut up fruit (watermelon, grapes, cantaloupe, strawberries), I’ll add those to my glass, pour my red wine over, and ooh-la-la. The best part is munching the wine-soaked fruit at the end. Peaches. Yum. Like a sangria without the wait.

At home for a quick fruity wine fix, I poured some frozen blueberries in a glass and topped it off with wine. Bliss. Chills the wine and brings it to a new level. A true connoisseur might say it ruins it. That’s OK.

It’s become habit, especially in the summer months when I crave fruit.

Tonight, pizza and blueberry wine.