Stop your Wine-ing
I’ve just read about prisoners making wine out of fruit cocktail and stale bread. As gross as that sounds, it got me thinking about the origin of wine. Was wine an accident of old grapes and bread. Did a house servant of yesteryear noticed the chickens staggering around and singing off-key after devouring last night’s table scraps? Did that servant then think, hey, I’d like to do that?
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