Monday, September 3, 2007

Heredity: Why I Break Wine Glasses


My mom did it and now I do it. Maybe everyone does it, but I don't think they do it as much we do. For some reason my mother had a terrible knack for breaking wine glasses. She'd go out to Dayton's or some nicer department store and spend a decent amount on good wine glasses right before the whole gang came over for Easter or Thanksgiving. We'd make it through the entire dinner and at midnight while washing dishes, she'd spin around and knock two or three off the counter in one shot.

I just did the same thing.
I had my dad, sister and brother in law over for some amazing Coho Salmon I bought at Coastal Seafoods, and after they left, I was doing the dishes and thinking about how many wine glasses my mother and I had both broken over the years. I'm guessing 30-40. I was also thinking how good it is that I now only buy cheap wine glasses at Ikea because of my genetic problem, when I pulled the dish towel off the counter too quickly and knocked over one of my last 5 white wine glasses. I'm also down to 1 red.
Getting back to Ikea. They sell them in packs of 6 for around $3. They actually look good, no one knows they're drinking out of cheap stemware, and I can break as many as I want without sweating the cost. Yes, some day I would love to own the specially shaped Riedel Cabernet, Shiraz and Chardonnay glasses, but until they make them indestructible, or find a cure for my genetic glass breaking disorder, I'll stick to Ikea.