LIFE LESSON: One should never attempt to buy Marsala Wine on Sunday in Texas.
So, last Sunday I caught the fever and researched recepies for Chicken Marsala. After a few
minutes, I decided on a good sounding method by Emeril Legasse. I left the house to get the
groceries, expecting to pick up the wine at a nearby Sprouts Grocery. When I was told they were out, I hopped on over to Tom Thumb and rumaged through their truly extensive wine selection
where I found this:

Ha Ha Ha! (Tanner's uncle told us about this one....supposedly it tastes like Kool Aid) Anyway, I didn't see any Marsala. Frantically, I drive home and begin scouring the internet, searching for ANY place that might be open and that carries the wine I require. Ironically, when I called Winestyles they told me a man was also on the prowl for Marsala this day. Apparently, he had given up and bought a bottle of Chianti to use in its stead. I was not about to give up hope and I continued my online quest into desperation.
By desperation, I mean Central Market in Southlake. Quite a drive from my home. I actually called them. They actually had Marsala. And Marsala acutally contains 17 per cent alcohol which is actually illegal to buy in Texas on Sunday.
With my tail between my legs I drove to Winestyles. Defeated.