Tonight my wife made lasagna for dinner, and when I say "made", I mean that she placed a Stouffer's Lasagna in the oven. It was one of those nights, where neither of us had the energy to really cook dinner, so the easy solution was pretty intriguing.

 

I find that Garfield and I have quite a bit in common when it comes to lasagna, and even more so when you pair it with a nice Sangiovese, although I don't remember our little orange feline sipping on Chianti. Regardless, I come pretty damn close to a spiritual experience when I take a bite of lasagna and then throw back some Sangio. There is something about that particular marriage of flavors that I find irresistible. I was just telling my punk rock buddy Dezel from My Vine Spot that I might just pick this as my last meal…, you know, if it came down to that for some reason.

My initial plan had been to do a review on the Sangiovese that I drank tonight, but the fact of the matter is that we pretty well finished off the bottle of wine by the time we finished off dinner, and I am not really in any condition to offer objective analysis on wine right now. I guess there really isn't anything wrong with that. Wine is meant to be enjoyed, and sometimes that enjoyment takes the form of in depth tasting notes, and sometimes it is just enjoying a bottle of wine with the wife for dinner.

If you are ever looking for a perfect pairing for that supermarket lasagna, might I suggest a little Sangiovese?