In honor of my story being published in last year's much-celebrated Southern anthology, Muscadine Lines, my friends surprised me with a selection of honest-to-goodness muscadine wines - a white, a red, and a blush.
For those of you unfamiliar with muscadines, well, I feel sorry for you. Muscadines are bigger than grapes and have a tougher skin. They also have a - what? - smokier, more robust taste than grapes. The wine, by the way, was just wonderful, and I'm not normally fond of sweet wines. But these taste so much like the dear muscadine that I thoroughly enjoyed the liquified version.
Try to find some muscadines. Then buy a copy of Muscadine Lines. Then buy some muscadine wine. The more wine you drink, the better the stories and poems, eh?