A wine thing, rather than a foody one

[tonicha]

I cooked a beef casserole earlier and It was really lovely - but I'd also opened a bottle of

Marco-Di-Pegoes Palema - 2009

yesterday ready for tonight - cost us under 2 euros and it was and is superb.

If you can find it, have it!!

[Ally]

You know what? I can't drink wine.

I've tried!

But there is some ingredient in wine that just does not agree with me..it literally makes me sick.

All other alcohol I'm fine with (except whisky but I can't stand the stuff )

I sometimes lust after a nice glass of red when I'm out but the consequences would be too horrific to even go there.

[Diflower]

Ton there were some Portuguese wines that I absolutely loved, sadly not many make it here, I don't know why

Ally please don't talk about whisky

[Ally]

Ton there were some Portuguese wines that I absolutely loved, sadly not many make it here, I don't know why

Ally please don't talk about whisky

Ok..but you need to now.

[Diflower]

May as well
Presumably you'd like the full story

Okay, to set the scene - I was 16. The bloke wasn't an actual boyfriend; his girlfriend was a friend of mine but had moved far away.
(He was gorgeous actually, but that doesn't always equate to fancying. does it?). We were mates, in amongst a big group of mates. It was to be his sister's 21st birthday, and a big do was planned, so he asked me. There was to be lunchtime drinks and canapes, then a dinner out in the evening.

I bought a dress, showed him, and he said, oh but for the evening do, I think they're wearing long...
So then I went and found this plain black, sort of pinafore dress, square neck, but long - actually I loved that dress

Lunchtime at their house. 'What would you like to drink?' - I had no idea, but the previous Christmas had tasted a whisky and ginger so asked for that. For the next 3 hours or so, my glass was permanently full, probably more and more whisky and less and less ginger. I was 16 for heavens' sake, it was his parents filling the glasses I had no idea how to handle drink, except it seemed rude not to drink it

Home was only 1/2 a mile or so down the hill, I have no idea how I got there, but went straight to bed and got up only to throw up. Then at 6.30 had to get up and get ready to go out for dinner
Which I did, it was at a lovely posh hotel, 3 courses - the mother on arrival said, whisky and ginger for you? Thankfully I declined.
I was like a zombie, I can still picture it exactly, sitting at the table...I remember his mother saying how much she liked that dress, that I had such a lovely figure and such spectacular hair that plain clothes were all I needed
And I know we had boeuf bougignon, although I ate barely a mouthful.
I got home and went to bed, and was ill for about 3 days

Couldn't even bear the smell of whisky for at least 30 years

[Ally]

Your presumption was correct about me liking the full story, thank you.

No wonder you couldn't bear the smell of whisky for all those years.

My whisky hating has lasted from the age of sixteen to right now..and I'll hate it for ever more!

I was 16 and had a free afternoon from school to supposedly use the time to study for my 'O' Levels.

Except my friend Gale and I decided to go to my house and have a drink!

I raided the drinks cabinet and we shared a half bottle of whisky and 2 cans of Tenant's super.
(Gale decided she didn't like the whisky but eejit face here decided she did! )

The last I remember I was staggering about the kitchen pretending to be Andy Stewart and belting out Donald Where's Yer Troosers?!!!

Gale put me to bed to sleep it off and rang my dad who (mum would've gone mental if she'd known!) came home from work to look after me and get me sobered up before mum got home from work.

We then concocted a story about me 'having a stomach bug'.

Whisky? The drink of Satan.

[Diflower]

I'm not sure any other drink would do it
It is, absolutely Ally, evil, evil stuff
Nothing else has ever come close to doing me so much damage - the only modification is I can now look at a bottle (very briefly) without feeling physically ill.
I haven't actually got as far as sniffing it, and very much doubt I ever will

It's probably a great shame it didn't put me off drink altogether, but I'd have missed out on a lot of pleasure along the way

[debih]

Wine makes me sick too. I'm okay until about my fourth bottle. Then I have to switch to vodka.

[Diflower]

Oh yes Debih, you're always safe with vodka

[Kaz]

Just the smell of whisky makes me heave, so I've never had more than a sip

The only spirit I can drink is Vodka, anything else makes me ill. I can drink about a bottle, if pressed, of wine but I will suffer for it! About 3 glasses is my optimum

Love both of those stories