Turns out this is a misquote attributed to Benjamin Franklin. But the sentiment is real, seems there was a more poetic version that actually tips its hat to the juice of the vine. What Benjamin Franklin actually did say:
Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our vineyards, there it enters the roots of the vines, to be changed into wine, a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy.
Either sentiment is fine by me, in fact today I am posting something between the two. Namely tasty ciders.
I enjoyed this treat last night at dinner out with the girlfriend.
And these I picked up the other day and will maybe drink over the weekend if I'm home.
I've tried my hand in the past at preparing a batch or two of libations, including beer, wine, mead and cordials off the top of my head. While it is a fun pastime I know even my best results will not compare with many finely crafted products the merchants of BevMo are so kind enough to offer me. And while my tastes do change with time and I have had to cut back significantly to watch my 'figure' there is not much chance I will ever stop enjoying when someone puts an intriguing new bottle in my hand and says "Try this!"
Remember, it's 5 o'clock somewhere. Salud!