I gave myself permission to go to a wine tasting at 83 days sober. That ended in me making out with a neighbor and two plus more years of drinking.
I, too, am a foodie and can't lie and say I don't get nostalgic periodically for the days of wine and roses.
But it's over. Moderation isn't an option and I can't handle any form of alcohol whatsoever.
I choose life.
