As we joke around my house, "Real men drink pink."
That’s in reference to my husband Shannon's affinity for rosés — dry ones, whether they're from as far away as Provence or as nearby as Traverse City or Jackson or Berrien Springs.
He's the one who got me into rosés, just like he's the one who got me into most wines. If I get stuck in a rut, I need look no farther than my kitchen counter for a chance to try something outside of my wine comfort zone via whatever Shannon's drinking.
Pink isn't just for White Zinfandel, folks! Learn more about rosés in Cort's latest Michigan wine blog from HourDetroit.com.