I don’t know how many times I’ve heard that I should not cook with wine I wouldn’t drink. And I don’t. But my friend Carol brought over a bottle of rosé (Personally I would never touch the stuff), poured her self a glass and couldn’t get to the sink fast enough to spit it out. So I had the better part of a bottle of rosé to deal with.
I used it to braise a pot roast. And, Jesus, it was excellent.
