Dear Husband, The other night you walked up to the corner market with me to buy ingredients for Pasta Puttanesca. You carried the heavy bags home like a true gentleman. You talked to me, poured wine, and made me laugh while I cooked…and as usual you took beautiful pictures for me so I could record…
We visit Falconer Vineyards several times a year… Especially during the warm months, for romantic ‘wine picnics.’ Sometimes we pack an elaborate picnic basket with brie, lavender honey, baguette, honey crisp apples, tart red grapes, anjou pears, oven roasted garlic artisan bread, marinated olives, and dark chocolate. Other times we stop at the local Sub…
“In Europe we thought of wine as something as healthy and normal as food and also a great giver of happiness and well being and delight. Drinking wine was not a snobbism nor a sign of sophistication nor a cult; it was as natural as eating and to me as necessary.” ~Ernest Hemingway ‘A Movable…