Why I Deserve The Name "The Wine Wizard"

It happens about once every two weeks. A woman in her thirties or forties comes in because she is planning a very nice dinner party. And by nice, I mean very nice. She is making Beef Wellington, or something else which is just as extraordinarily difficult and expensive to prepare. She wants help picking wine to go with her extravagant meal, which I of course provide. And then it happens, she hesitates for just a moment and says, "We have a guest who only drinks....." and she can't finish.

So, I finish for her, "White zinfandel?"

Her head droops in frustration and shame, "Yes" she whispers.

"Your Mother-in-law." --Her head pops back up and her eyes get very wide.

"How did you know?" she says, amazed.

I am "The Wine Wizard".