red wine that punctures the skin

why is it that a clean kitchen is so entirely satisfying?

there's something about my mom's kitchen that makes it easy to clean. it's equally easy to mess up, spaghetti sauce splashed everywhere and a coat of crumbs across the floor. but when the sauce is wiped away and the crumbs are swept up and the table is polished and the island is cleared of everything except a bowl of tomatos and a bottle of red wine, well, there's simply nothing like it.