A few months ago I was given a bottle of raspberry wine. It sounded like something my granny used to make and I was in no rush to try it. I stored it away carefully in the back of a cupboard with that cactus liqueur I brought home from Lanzarote and the banana concoction somebody […]
When I eat in a restaurant with a good wine list (a fading memory, alas) I like to drink it by the glass, letting me try more of the range: a crisp white with the starter, a smooth red with the main course and a nice dessert wine with some cheese to finish things off. It’s an expensive little pleasure because restaurants impose a heft mark-up on wine. But I