When I was growing up, the Fourth of July meant ice cold watermelon, neighborhood cookouts, a parade down Main Street, and – of course – fireworks at the local community college. And beer. Lots and lots of beer.
But that was then. Today, wine is a familiar site at backyard barbeques and picnics across the country. So celebrating the birth of our nation with an assortment of red, white and rose wines is now as American as, well, Zinfandel!