Oh, but you are tasty.  Apparently, you are a bit of a thing in North Carolina, but I had never heard of you, even though I went to North Carolina for three entire days that one time. But anyhow, no worries, I still like you.  Your particular cherry bouquet went so well with my spaghetti and meatballs tonight, which were particularly tasty spaghetti and meatballs because I made the sauce from scratch (although in a sudden fit of madness and hunger induced by spending too much time on campus today and forgetting to eat lunch, I decided it would be a smart idea to cook an entire pound of spaghetti, which means that there is now a week’s worth of leftover spaghetti sitting in the fridge, which is not altogether a bad thing).  And the combination of Cheerwine and spaghetti went so well with an episode of X-Files (it was the one where they learn that smoking is bad for you – which, by sheer coincidence, happens to be set in North Carolina, home of Cheerwine), cause, damn, sometimes a girl just needs some Mulder and Scully time, you dig?

So, thank you, Cheerwine, for being an integral part of my pretty decent evening.  Thank you also for coming in a neato glass bottle that I am going to put on my shelf of other neato glass bottles.  Thank you to whoever invented this recipe for Cheerwine Cake, which sounds ridiculous, and which I will probably have to make this weekend, because now that I have found it, how can I not?  And thanks especially for the weird optical illusion in the above photo that makes it look like the wine glass is hovering about two inches above the table.

Yours most effusively,

Alexandra A.