“Mighty Tasty”
Reflections on the beginnings of a Life in Wine and Gastronomy
by Colman Andrews
I was six or seven when I tasted alcohol for the first time. Mom used to give me Coke in pretty little straight-sided tumblers with gold rims, and one evening I saw one of these obviously Coke-filled glasses fizzing away on her dresser and helped myself to a swig — then sputtered and spit it out. She laughed and told me that the Coke had been mixed with something called rum, which I was far too young to drink.
