Paso Robles

He knew he should have said good bye, but looking in her eyes would have been too painful for both of them. He was just a fool to believe that he could change. Leaving her years ago was his biggest regret, until tonight. Leaving her a second time was certainly going to hurt worse.

As he passed through San Louis Obispo, his thoughts of her were quickly shaken as he looked down at the speedometer. He was nearing 98 miles per hour and realized, if he didn’t slow down, he too was going to have his life taken too early like that of James Dean. These highway roads off of Interstate 46 were fast and the hair pin turns were shockingly tight.

He knew if he just continued to drive over these winding roads he would find a place to settle in, and that would have to be sooner than later. The sun was going to set over the bay and these roads were not going to be very forgiving.

Entering the town of Paso Robles, he saw a sign for a vacancy on a bed and breakfast. Only a few cars were outside of it and unsure if he needed a reservation, he pulled off the highway. Before walking in, he leaned up against the back of silver rag top and watched the sun set over all the old vines. He thought to himself, "I wonder how much pain, how much loss, how much joy, love and life has been shared among this land." Her face came to him and shook him back to reality.

“Excuse me, sir, can I help you?” A young boy stepped out on the front deck at this point questioning his late arrival.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s a bit late and I don’t have any reservations. It’s just me here and I was wondering if you had a bed for one?” His voice cracked a bit, not realizing he must have been choking up with the thought of her.

“Actually, we had a couple that had an emergency back in Nebraska and had to leave this morning. They booked cottage number 3 for two weeks. It’s so late in the season, I have no idea how I am going to rent it out at this point. It’s yours for the night if you want it.” The kid looked like his dog had just run away from him.

“Tell ya', what, I’ll take those two weeks; and if I decide to leave early, I will still pay in full, and if I need to stay longer, keep my tab open. How does that sound kid?” His voice was clear this time.

“Sir, I think you just saved me from my dad having to shut the place down after harvest.” The kid couldn’t be more than 17 years old. By the looks of the place they depended on harvest season and tourists to keep this place running.

There were only 4 cabins at this bed and breakfast, but it appeared that it was a family run establishment. And like most businesses these days, the economy was taking its toll on them.

“Tell me, kid, where I can get a good meal at this hour?” He hadn’t eaten since last night.

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They had an amazing dinner, and sat outside under the fall night sky. As he walked her through the park and kissed her under the gas lamps he didn’t know he was going to fly to the other side of the country the very next morning. He certainly didn’t think he would be driving through wine country with out her, with out saying good bye.

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“I was just cleaning up from dinner. There is still some left overs and plenty of wine. Please, come in. I will pour you a glass while you unpack and get settled in.” The boy went back into the kitchen, quickly appeared with a bottle of 2007 Rosenblum Red Zinfandel.

The dark rich color caught his eye. It was a beautiful purple, and sitting alone in the small dining room the fragrance was bold. With his first pass he was able to pull the lush black cherry, rich black berry and deep plum. Arching his back and sinking deep in the leather chair, he took his first sip and inhaled. Pepper and jam. There was a battle going on in his mouth.

He could not decide what exactly it was that he was trying to taste. He knew for sure there was pepper, but there was a rich jam characteristic to this wine. He did not want to allow his personal emotions take over the experience of the wine, but at a time like this it was inevitable.

Her words haunted him, "Wine is relative, and it’s situational." He laughed to himself and, knowing she was right, he also realized he was in a complicated situation right now. This wine was complicated too. If she were here, enjoying this wine with him, the jam would be sweet on his tongue and the spice would be a welcoming surprise. But tonight, it’s complicated.

He took another sip this time, letting it sit in his mouth a little longer. He let the flavors marinate, dance and explore his tongue. Closing his eyes as he swallowed it down, it was smooth on the finish, but left a spice on the tip of his tongue almost numbing.

The kid had brought him out his dinner at this point. A plate of turkey breast, a baked potato and some steamed spinach. Perfect, he thought to himself, nothing heavy. This wine would not hold up to a heavy meal. He was easily satisfied.

Looking down at his phone, all he saw was an empty screen. She still hadn’t called, and he was not man enough to call her. He had run from her before, and she just wouldn’t understand his escape this time.

Looking down at his empty glass, he knew he would be finishing this bottle before the night was over. Just as he was reaching out to grab the bottle the kid came back in to check on things.

“Sir, I just wanted to let you know, your room is ready. When you are done here feel free to leave your plate. Here is your key. Breakfast is served from 6am – 10am. Maps and directions to the wineries are on your nightstand. If you need anything else, mine and my dad’s numbers are on the fridge in your room.” He just stood there waiting for an answer.

“Oh, yeah, okay, thanks, kid. I really appreciate all of this. I’ll be here a little longer if that’s okay. See in you the morning.” He was already stumbling over his words.

Needing some fresh air, he grabbed the bottle and his glass and went out to the front porch. Sitting outside he poured another glass. Looking out at the old vines, he thought years have come and years have gone, harvest after harvest. The ground has shook, flooded, burnt and still today, he sat here and allowed what the earth has provided to envelop him and rattle his cage.

Stepping down from the porch he walked out into the vines. His glass still in hand, he had a really good red wine buzz going. It was late. All the lights in the cottages were off and all he could see were the stars in the sky and the mist from the distant bay. The dead branches crunched under his boots as he continued to walk.

Taking another swallow, he breathed in the fresh air. “What am I doing here? Why did I leave," pausing, "I didn’t even say goodbye!” Was he going mad, he thought to himself as he realized he was talking out loud to the vines and the earth that surrounded him.

He found himself falling to the ground. The soil was perfectly dry and cool, and as his hand reached out in front of him to break the fall, the wine returned from his glass to the ground from which it once grew. He let out a shrieking yell, from the deep, dark depth of his soul. And taking a deep breath he screamed one more time. This time with more rage, more anger, more sadness and loss. Finally, he sunk to the ground. He was deflated and empty. He simply laid there on the ground and looked up at the sky through the intertwining vines.

The drops of morning dew fell off the branches and woke him as the sun was coming up over the hills. He must have fallen asleep. Checking his pockets, his phone was left behind and his head was pounding as if a small child was trying to beat its way out!

On his way back to his cottage, he saw couples walking to the main lodge for breakfast. Looking down at his clothes, it dawned on him that he was a mess. He quickly went to his room. Next to his bed was his wallet, his phone and a note which read, "Sir, there is bottled water in the fridge along with some Tylenol in the medicine cabinet. I found your phone in the main cabin. Please call if you need something to eat."

When he went to the call log on his phone it read, "In box empty." He kicked his shoes off and laid down feeling conflicted.

Cheers!
<3 to MP

On a Small Street in Spain

The city streets were hot all day and practically melted under his feet as he walked. For hours he wondered around Barcelona watching the tourists barter with the locals for produce, jewelry, trinkets, just about anything. All the while he was trying to figure out just exactly what it was that he wanted to figure out about himself and why he picked Spain to escape his life in the states.

Even after the sun had set, the city seemed to have a beautiful, rich color to it. Deep hues of red, purple, blue, yellow and green, everything around him took on a different feel and meaning now that he was alone.

His Spanish was very broken, and so he didn’t say much all day and this lead to a deep hunger. Smelling what he thought was fresh bread off in the distance, he allowed his sense of smell to be his guide. The sun had set and couples took to the streets for what looked like romance. Continuing on his walk, seats filled up quickly with duos sitting, holding hand,s sharing plates, drinking wine and beer. They were all laughing and gazing into each others eyes. He had to push his own confliction aside and push forward.

“Shit, I am totally lost now,” he said under his breath as he stopped at the corner of a crowded street.

There were people everywhere, sitting and enjoying the beautiful night and food being presented to them. He knew better than to impose on any of them, to get his Yankee ass back to the hotel.

Giggling to herself, she could hear his muffled expletive and see his confused look. "A lost American," she thought, and then said, "Would you like to have a seat?”

Her voice came from the left of him. He turned, confused to hear an American voice and not even sure if it was spoken to him.

“Yes, Yankee, I am asking you if you would like to sit down. It appears as though you have lost your way and, by the looks of things, you could use a glass of wine and, judging by the time, something to eat? But if I am wrong, the main street is four blocks to the right and six to the left. When you see the fountain with the three men playing cards you are back in the center of town."

“You’re American!” He exclaimed. “I mean, are you? And sure, I would love to have a seat, and a glass of wine, and I’m starving!” Sitting down at the little table, he could not help but take a closer look at her. Wondering…

“Ha ha, yes, I am American.” She had traveled for the past year and tonight, she didn’t expect to find him. This Yankee, he was tall, with root beer eyes and solid shoulders. It looked like he hadn’t shaved in a good three days. She could tell he took good care of himself, even on a day in the streets of Spain, he was dressed appropriately, not like most men. She could pick them out easily, the kind that picked something out of a bag, smelled it and, judging on if the stench was 5 or 6, showered before leaving. He was handsome and his smile was intoxicating.

“You sure are a sight for sore eyes. I’ll tell ya what, I have been walking for hours and I don’t speak much Spanish. I have only been here three days, and I am getting by on what the hotel has to offer pretty much. Today I decided to venture out of my comfort zone and find something new. Guess I didn’t get too far, huh?” He found himself rambling on and in his head he knew it. He even told himself to slow down. But she was beautiful, she was wearing a black dress with little white polka dots and her skin was very tan, almost like she had been sitting on the beaches all summer long. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail and a red ribbon held it in place. Her eyes were an entrancing hazel.

Before she could even ask him what he liked to drink, a bottle of 2008 Tapeńa Garnacha showed up at the table with two glasses and the waiter poured.

“Well, cheers to exploring outside of your comfort zone.” she said as they clinked glasses.

Both of their eyes lit up when the first sip hit their mouths. Full of sweet soft berries, the rich rosemary and lingering spice at the back of the mouth made them both quickly return for another sip. In unison, they both allowed their shoulders to fall.

He knew that Spain was respected for its Tempranillos hailing from the Rioja region; but this Granacha was alluring, seductive and down right delicious. He almost forgot he was hungry. The tannins were still lingering on the roof of his mouth, dancing around the sides of his tongue and he found his hand reaching for more.

“What were you working on when I sat down?” he asked her.

“Oh this? Just some notes, nothing really. Maybe we should order some Tapas? How do you feel about cheese?”

He let out a bellowing laugh. “I would eat cheese on my death bed.”

It was like she knew someone or something about this place, but before he could even change the subject there were plates and there were forks. And then, then came the food. First, the cheese plate. There were 3 different types of cheese, none of which he could pronounce; but he was ready to explore, and his eyes lit up just at the chance to. Manchego, which is a sheep cheese, was light but set off the flavor of the rosemary in the wine. Iberic, a blend of sheep and cow milk, was nice and creamy in bringing forth the sweet bright fruit flavor of the berries in the wine. And finally the Cabrales, a blend of sheep, cow and goat was creamy and rich almost like a dessert.

“Why are you here tonight?” Her question was quick and to the point and might have taken him off course, but he simply looked her in the eye and said, “I don’t want to miss out on opportunities in life.”

Evasive, she thought, but she knew she couldn’t offer much of an explanation herself.

“May I pour you another glass?” he offered as he was already pouring it. Emptying the last of the bottle into his glass, they both looked at each other and knew that another bottle was in their near future.

“Spain has more land devoted to vineyards than any other country, and ranks third for wine production in the world. Did you know that?” She was trying to distract the tension that was building between them.

His eyes were telling her a story of pain, a story of longing for someone to be near him and understand him for the years of hard work and struggle that he had been through. This was finally his escape into finding out what he wanted out of life and tonight he was finally relaxing, not needing to worry about anything but the moment and enjoying himself, the company and the wine.

Neither one of them had noticed the plates being removed and replaced with new ones. A beautiful salad of avocado, corn, black beans and tomatoes was placed in front of them. It was spiced and chilled to perfection. Fresh bread arrived and a new bottle of wine was uncorked. Cheers!

Suddenly a drunk man stood up and started singing, bumping into the Yankees chair, bumping him closer to her. It was then that he caught a smell of her, and touched her bare leg. Their mouths barely touching, he paused, looking down at her lips and then again at her eyes. He cleared his throat.

“There is a men’s room here, somewhere, around here, somewhere, right.” He was tripping all over his words.

She giggled again. “Um, yes," she cleared her throat, "it's up those steps and then off to the right of the patio.”

They both exhaled at the same time. She thought to herself, "Is it the wine, or this Mediterranean climate and the mountains that are making me feel this way?"

When he returned, he sat a little closer than when he had originally sat down. Maybe there was something to be said for these spicy hills and the juice they held.

With forks in hand another round of food appeared. Corn tortillas filled with a spicy meat, rice, beans, cheese, cabbage, cilantro and limes. As messy as it was, it was more delicious. Licking their fingers, he couldn’t help but reach out over the table, taking his thumb and running it over the side of her mouth. “A little something,” he said with a wink.

Her stomach flipped at the moment his hand touched her face and when his finger touched her lips you might as well of put that fork right into her.

“How long do you think you will be in Spain?” he asked her. He didn’t even know how long he was going to be there but he knew he wanted to see more of her.

“Until I am done with my work, maybe three more weeks. I have gone to most of the regions already, but I am going to spend about another week here in Barcelona and then play it by ear.” She never put time limits on her destinations or woke up to an alarm clock. Her days began when she woke and ended when her mind shut off, which was usually never.

Off in the distance someone was celebrating. A cake was brought out with sparklers and the waiters were singing. The golden crackle of candles bounced off her eyes. He couldn’t help himself as he placed one hand on each side of her face and pulled her close. She didn’t dare take a breath as his lips grew closer, slowly her eyes closed and her lips gave way to his.

There was an abundance of clapping and they pulled apart. Slighty laughing at the kiss and the applause, they sat there and looked at the table that had now been set for dessert. Two more forks and what was left of the Tapeńa. The waiter brought out a dark chocolate cake with raspberry sauce and two sugar cookie crisps.

The sidewalks were starting to clear out and so was the café. They both knew that when dinner was over, this encounter was going to be too. They were both trying to hold on to it as long as possible. But saying good bye was inevitable.

“Alright, so how do we end a night like tonight?” he questioned.

“The main street is four blocks to the right and six to the left. When you see the fountain with the three men playing cards you are back in the center of town,” she said. It was the same answer that started the evening. And in the back of his head he thought to himself, "Shit…I’m lost!"

“Let me at get the check and at least walk you back to your… where are you staying?” All these questions he was throwing at her was starting to make her feel dizzy.

“Let's just say it was my pleasure having wine in Spain with you tonight.” Her look was one he had never been given by a woman and it was sexy, confident, and alluring. It was killing him that he didn’t know anything about her.

“Okay, so now what?” He took her hand in his, pushed her loose strands of hair back and looked her in the eyes, very seriously and confused. It was now he realized they didn’t even know each others names. “Wait… How do I find you, I don’t even know your name?”

She took a deep breath. She knew this all along, feared it was going to come to this at some point in her journey, and pulling a pen from her book she pulled the linen off her lap and wrote something on it. Handing it over to him she said, “Don’t open this 'til I’m gone, please.”

It was then she leaned in one more time and kissed him, kissed him deeply. Their mouths parted and their tongues touched. Like the first sip, soft to the touch in the front, more intense in the back, and lingering for a long time. They sat there kissing, and when they were done kissing he could still feel her kiss in his mouth like the grape skin of the wine.

“I have to go. Now promise,you wont look at this till I’m gone.” She had to be sure he wouldn’t look.

“I promise,” was the last thing she heard him say.

The moment she turned the corner he opened the linen.

Inside was written... ~ A Journey Through Wine

Cheers!
<3 To MP

This is Where I Find My Happy

Happiness can come at the most unpredictable and unsusceptible moments. You may find joy and happiness in the face of your child or the way your spouse or partner looks at you with love or admiration. The way a pet jumps toward you as you open the door. Happiness can be defined in so many ways, too many for this simple glass tilter to count. But hen you find something that makes me happy, I like to share it. Now, let me start by saying, I can’t take credit for this one.
Although, I have been walking through life for the past month for what appears to be a smile that you can’t peal off my face, I refuse, to take the full credit for this night of pure happiness.
Last week a kind man on an extremely long lay over was discussing the different places we have traveled and he asked me, “what is your favorite wine?” My reply to him was simple, “its all relative.” He was actually a little surprised I think by my answer. “Here let me explain, you can be in the best of moods enjoying the best of wines and it will taste amazing. Or you can be drinking the same wine and just found out that your house was foreclosed on. The wine, its going to take on a different flavor. “
I went on explaining how I didn’t really care for white wines but how on a spring afternoon, I found great pleasure in them. Or when I am sitting on the deck with one of my best friends and her daughter, they are refreshing, it’s all relative.
He sat there with a look on his face of confusion yet clarity. He got it, he knew what I was talking about but something kept him from actually saying it aloud, and that, that was okay, because this man at this moment, he was happy. Despite the fact that he would be getting home later than he had anticipated, he had found a place that was quiet, he had found good conversation and he had found a good glass of wine.

Out of his wallet he pulled a small clipping from Wine Spectator, “This is one of my favorite wines.” He proclaimed and handed the tattered paper to me. Cantina Zaccagina Montepulciano. The picture was what caught my eye. The bottle was beautiful, a hand written label with straw wrapping and a small bit of stick deco. I knew for a fact that I would forget the name, but not the bottle. Nor the way the man had such admiration for this wine, happiness, for this wine.

That night we discussed my travels, my journey through wine, his family, the fact that he lived in North Carolina and how I want to die there (The Outer Banks that is). Thinking of him now, I have a smile on my face. Meeting that man, made me, well, happy and happy to know that he introduced me to the happy night I have set up for myself tonight.

Two hours in the gym and off the find a good bottle of wine, I knew I was in the mood for something spicy and Italian for dinner, and for some reason Montepulciano was on my brain for wine. I knew I had ground turkey defrosting, but I had no idea I was going to end up at the worst wine store in Philadelphia. When I say the worst, I mean, about three foreign wines, ten domestic, twenty jug wines and as I was trying to figure out what I was going to get I overheard the conversation of the security guard and the cashier discussing who had been in jail longer. Lord, give me the strength to find something, not get raped, shot or beat down in this store! Just as I was about to give up and walk out, out of the corner of my eye I saw it, this gem, this gift, this bottle of happiness! Cantina Zaccgnini and off to the register I went, ON SALE! OH THANK YOU LORD…you are good today! In Philly you can find it on sale for $12!

Do you all remember my blog about the first kiss? About how you never know if its going to be good or not? Well, let see how I can compare this, see, this is almost like being set up on a date. So, this man, had a friend (the wine) and he wanted to set us up on a date, but was not sure if we were going to hit it off or not. You see, he really likes his friend, reliable, dependable, stand-up all the way around good friend. Again, don’t forget we are talking about the wine.

And then there is me, I don’t know, I have no idea if I am going to like it, I am just going by what this man has to say, I am going by the label, because if you all don’t know by know, I do not, DO NOT read reviews on the wine before I drink it. And here I sit, making the most amazing spicy ground turkey meat sauce and spaghetti dinner, with nothing but happiness in my heart and happiness in my life right now, and I am about to go into the lions den, so…everyone wants to know….right? You all can’t wait!

Ahhhhhhh AMAZING! Its like the most amazing first kiss, you know the one ladies, where you lift your foot, and he pulls you in. The wine, at first sip, it filled my mouth, and it was dry, but not too dry, it took all of the other flavors out of my mouth and left me with nothing but the silk of its own juice. There was nothing felt on the flesh of my tongue but right at the tip, a slight prick and again at the back of my throat, just to let me know that it was there.

I honestly don’t know if I have tasted something as smooth and fruit forward yet provocative at the same time. Sometimes there are wines that will linger in your mouth long after you taste them, this one, only lingers with a smile and an urge for more.

So, for tonight, I am going to leave you with this, the same words, that man left me with that night, “you may never have a favorite wine, but you may find a favorite moment in there somewhere.”

Cheers!
<3 to MP

Seeing Red

There is a calmness that comes right before and right after a storm. Some sort of silence, an unspoken sense of awareness that it is either coming or that it has passed. You can slice the peace from it and hold it in the palm of your hand, lift it to your mouth, suck it in, hold it in your lungs, allow it to rattle around and breath it out, and there it is, the peace, the quiet, the clam.

Have you ever looked at a child about to throw a temper tantrum? Their face turns red, their eyes grow dark, their body becomes stiff and then hell hath no fury on them. Look out world! This child is screaming, yelling, throwing shit, flailing its body in all different directions, going into convulsions, snot is coming out of its nose, there is sound, no words, just sound and all you can do is sit back and watch. Watch and wait while this tantrum unravels and hope none of the shit ends up on you.

Then out of nowhere its over, the child is done, like it never happened, they sit down, calm quiet, almost as if none of this had taken place, there may be a few hiccups here or there, some residual from the storm if you may, but its over.

The day was long, it was so very long and there was not enough coffee to get me through. I could not get a 20% tip out people if I got down on my knees and begged them for it. What is going on with the way people tip these days? I have not been sleeping, I am working a lot and I am just tired. I am tired of trying, trying to try.

So, this afternoon, when I went into the office and looked at my manager with the only bit of energy I had left for I was at the tip of a tantrum and this is when it poured out, “I have to go to the gym tonight, but I don’t want to go to the gym tonight, but I can’t go tomorrow, so I have to go tonight, but I am so tired, I want to cry. I really want to cry. I have to go to Target, but I don’t want to go to Target. I just want to cry.” She looked at me and as calmly as anyone spoke to me, she said, “Amanda, don’t cry. Please, don’t cry.” Here I was at 32 years of age, ready to have a full on temper tantrum. Yes, I was ready to throw shit, I was ready to convulse my body and have snot rush out of my face.

It was then, I gathered my things and hung my head and knew it was not worth crying over. It was not worth my tears. I walked out of the building; I got into my car, and took my shoes off. There is something to be said for flip flops on a hot spring day. Not only was it hot today, but it was thick… like Mother Nature was ready to throw her own little fit. It was on my way to Target that I talked myself out of going to the gym. ‘Well, if I have all of my food in the car, I simply can’t go to the gym, it will get too hot, so I have to just go home. Not to mention, I am going to the wine store, and I don’t want that to sit in the car while I am in there, so there, its settled, I am not going to night.’ WHIMP!

Behind me I could see the clouds go from a simple shade of white to a faint shade of grey, to a harsh bitter black. This storm was going to be quick, fierce and it was going to be amazing. It took me an hour and ten minutes of traffic to get home, but armed with everything I needed I was ready for tonight.

So, my readers, friend’s family and anyone who is willing to give me a moment of their time, I sit here, half in the bag, writing to you after the storm. It was beautiful, the lightning lit up the sky of Philadelphia, the thunder shook our very foundation and the rain washed away all of our heat! This storm cleansed us. There was a pressure that was building up all week, the hot, the cold the wind, and now tonight, the tantrum set forth and brought upon us a beautiful night.

My candles are lit on the staircase, dinner cooking on the stove, windows open and I poured a glass of Tempra Tantrum. I KNOW RIGHT?! How freaking fitting! Now be careful, I was sitting on the floor of the wine store looking three different verities of this wine. This is the 2006 Tempranillo/SHIRAZ. There was a Tempranillo/Merlot and a Tempranillo/Cabernet, and it was the Shiraz blend that I settled on.

This Spanish red at first sip is gigantic and fierce. It will bite you in the ass, and unleash its full body on your mouth with the first sip. It is not messing around. You have to let this wine sit, you have to let it have its “tantrum” and then enjoy it. As you may have learned this about me by now, I just dive right in, and drink, that first sip kicked the shit right out of me, it was like the wine said, “you want to cry, go ahead, I will give you something to cry about.” Whoa! After the first sip, and again the second, I had to exhale almost as though I were letting smoke out of my lungs.

This wine, reached me deep, deeper than the back of my mouth and my throat, but right to the depths of my chest. It puffed me up and consumed me. Nothing and I mean nothing existed at this very moment but me and these first two sips, and that was pretty freaking awesome. Picture for a moment, me standing in the kitchen, while the sky is reeking havoc on the city, the wind is blowing, lightening is blazing up the sky thunder is crashing against the walls, and these first two sips rocked my inner being. Now that is one hell of a temper tantrum!

Sitting here now, listening as the sky grumbles in the distance, and my day seems to fall to the past tense, I take another sip of this red bull if you may, and I taste the beauty of the juice, the spice on the front and the caramel on the back, my tongue is pricked with the bite of the plum and blackberries and I feel a sense of calm. I take a deep breath in, lets it back out, close my eyes and my shoulders fall, it is quiet, and the storm has passed. The tantrum has passed, and I am now left with peace.

Cheers!

And it was Goode!

I broke my first cork! Tonight I broke my first cork! I am now on my 37th bottle of wine, and tonight, well, I cracked the cork!

The weather has been, yet again, temperamental here in Philadelphia. Today we were pushing 90 degrees, and what better than an ice cold glass of wine to end a 2 hour long commute home? This 2008 Sauvignon Blanc is good. I mean really GOODE! Yes, it’s Murphy Goode Sauvignon Blanc Fume, and it’s light and fun, and refreshing. I think we all could use something like this from time to time.

When my friends found out I was drinking a white wine tonight, they were in shock, knowing how I love red wine, but dare I say there is something feminine and flirty about a glass of white wine in the evening? The citrus flavors of this wine are not overpowering, they are not acidic, they sit perfectly on the tip of my tongue and then wash away freely.

I feel that a good glass of wine should release you from the stresses and worries of your day, of your life and allow you to feel something unique. This Sauvignon Blanc out of Sonoma County allows me to reflect on the harshness of the day: the people, the work, the traffic, the noise, and… the broken cork. But, once I allow my shoulders to fall, my lips to relax and my breaths to steady, I realize life is Goode. It’s simple, it’s crisp and refreshing every single day.

Have you ever wanted to say “Who cares?” And really mean it? Honestly, really mean it? It’s fun, it’s freeing, it’s refreshing. And even if it was me talking to the bottle tonight as the cork sat sitting half in the bottle and half on the wine key, I thought, “who cares?” I knew I was going to get the cork out, and I knew I would enjoy the wine one way or another, and I am. Oh good lord, I am!

Ladies, think of that pretty dress you have been waiting all winter long to put on and wear with your favorite open toe shoes, as your fresh pedicure sparkles and your smooth skin welcomes the touch from another. The sun kisses your face and you glow with a sense of beauty. Yup, this is the wine.

Guys…uurgh, whoa, I got nothing for ya’ on this one, but think of how much fun that lady is going to be once you get her in your arms. The softness of her hands on your face, the way her hair feels as she brushes up against you, the sweet smell of her neck. When you kiss her, you taste the sweet fresh fruit on her lips.

Life gets crazy, it tries to break us, but take a moment and just be still, take a sip, take two, don’t worry about that cork that has broken because it’s what inside that really matters.

Cheers!
<3 to MP

Looking for Suggestions

Tonight I am drinking a 2008 Pinot Noir from the Private Selection of Robert Mondavi, and I so badly wanted to be in love with this wine. I so badly wanted to have a romantic interlude with this bottle, but instead I am simply satisfied. It's not a horrible experience that I am having, I am just not inspired.

At first sip, I could tell instantly that this was an American wine, grown in the hills of Central California. It is easy to taste the soil and the minerals that the earth brings to the grapes, that the land in which these grapes live still hold on to. The rugged country of Monterey is about 75 miles long and the climate provides an unusually long growing season.

Now, with the first sip, I thought to myself, "Come on, what are you tasting?" Coffee was the first thing that came to mind. I couldn’t understand why. Maybe it was because of the deep dark lush color of the wine, or the strong after-bite that I got at the end of the sip, but coffee lingered. I ended up going to http://www.robertmondavi.com/files/FlexibleFile/68/RMPS_TN_PN_2008.pdf , and it was here that I discovered WHY I tasted coffee - because there are scents of roasted nuts and toasty oak. Exactly, that was the coffee flavor I had originally tasted. However, I decided to let the wine open up a little longer. I have not eaten red meat in over a year and the only thing that I could think that would even be remotely delicious with this wine would be a medium rare filet or a pan seared lam chop. Hell, I don’t even remember what they taste like; but I promise you my friends, if that’s what you like, pour yourself a glass, fire up the grill, and I assure you, you will have yourself a great meal.

I, on the other hand, well, I am going in for more wine to see what I can pick up. I have made some egg noodles with a light marinara sauce and now the wine has taken on more of a cherry, mixed fruit flavor.

I don’t know why, I don’t understand it, I want to be enjoying this wine tonight, but I’m not. I don’t know if it’s the wine that I am not enjoying or if it's just the mood that I am in. I know that all can play a factor when drinking wine, so please keep that in mind. I know I am trying to.

I’m asking all of you out there. Help me, give me a wine that is going to relax me, something that is going to inspire me, something that is going to set me over my edge and bring me to a place of creative inspiration. Let's get interactive here. Am I hitting my wine wall tonight?

Cheers!
<3 to MP

Its Been Three Months

As soon as he struck the match the sulfur filled his lungs. The flame was low and he brought it close to the pile of brush he had gathered to make his fire. On nights like tonight he would usually drink whiskey but she had given him a bottle of wine for all of his hard work. With the slight chill in the air, this could possibly be a perfect night for a red wine buzz.

He had only been in Spain for two days when he had first seen her sitting by the fountain in the center of town. She looked friendly, sweet and for some reason, she looked alone. Alone in a way that she had come to Spain to escape something, something or someone, possibly both. She was sitting next to the fountain writing in a small notebook, he couldn’t help but notice she had a basket next to her feet, in it were multiple packages wrapped in newspaper, a few jars of jam, some fresh berries and sticking out from the top, a bouquet of beautiful flowers.

He could tell that she had long hair, but that first day she had it pulled up in a loose bun at the nape of her neck and she had a small white flower behind her right ear. She glanced up at him and it was then he got to see how her green eyes matched her dress. Bright and full of life, she was beautiful.

He poured his glass of wine as the fire warmed the room, pulling his mind back to the present time. His back against the wall, he took in a deep breath, closed his eyes and took his first sip. His first thought was spice. Over the past three months he has come to appreciate how the Spanish use spice in all that they do and now in the wine he is has taken into his body, he tasted it on the roof of mouth with a sweetness that rolled over the front of his tongue.

He continued to watch the flames rise as he drank this gift she had given him. The smoky blackberries, the blueberries, with every sip, he could smell cherry and it smelled sweet like her hair. He poured another glass and continued to replay like a projector in his mind that first day with crisp detail.

“You’re new here in Calatayud, aren’t you?” She was looking right through him, but better yet, she was American.

“Yes, I’m originally from Boston, but I have been traveling for about a year now. And you?” He was shaking, not only at the fact that he was talking to such a beautiful woman, but at the fact that he had not spoken a full English conversation in almost a week.

“I grew up in Cleveland, traveled through most of college and about a year ago moved here. Life is simple here, beautiful. Wait till you try the wine.”

Three months he continued to tell himself, three months. He knew he was falling in love with her. But what was it that she was hiding? And at what point was he going to ask or would he just pack his canvass bag and a move on again. These old hills are perfect for the grapes, they are perfect for lovers, but he doesn’t hardly know her, but he wants so badly to touch and make her smile.

“If you’re looking for work, the Bodega Ateca Winery is always looking for help and they make one hell of a Grancha de Fuego.” Her smile was intoxicating.

For three months now he has been working at the winery and eating dinner with her. Occasionally they would go for hikes in the hills or lunches by the fountain and today he helped her clean out her shed. They laughed the whole day, sharing stories of their childhood and where they see their futures going. When everything was finished, she gave him a bottle of 2008 Grancha. “I know its not much, but you’re always drinking whiskey. Tonight you should be drinking red wine.” She placed one hand to his face as she handed him the bottle.

She wrapped a sweater around her shoulders as it was growing a little cool. She looked into his grey eyes and held his stare, and before he could say thank you, she turned and went into the house.

As he took the last sip of wine and the fire burnt low, he knew he was going to have to make a decision, he was going to have to pack his canvas sack and move on to the next region or he was going to have to let her know of his love for her. Tonight however, he was going to enjoy his red wine buzz.

Setting Some Roots

The wind was blowing so violently that the candles were dancing along to the sound of the rain beating upon my window panes. As I looked outside trying to find the moon all I could see was the distant glow from the lamp in the barn.

Evening storms were a novelty here in the coastal mountains. We never saw rain, day in and day out, dry sand and trees were an abundance, so tonight’s storm was a beautiful surprise. Cool and refreshing, romantic and exotic. Safely tucked away in the side of the hills I spent my days tending to the horses and the fields. Life here is a routine, but tonight, tonight feels a little different.

I watched as the rain slid down the glass of the window, the wood cracked in the fire and I stood and stared out the window, all I could see was purple and red glowing from that barn window. I wrapped myself in an old blanket and hugged my knees to my chest, the chill from storm and the warmth from the fire – confliction.

What is interesting about this part of Chile is that the hills are steep and rocky enough that the soil maintains the moisture for the vines to last the intense summers. That is what I love about living here. When we get storms like this, the land just knows, it knows that it is a special gift to hold on, that it needs to last long enough to last forever! An amazing bottle of wine can last forever. A night like tonight, can last forever.

With a red wine buzz, I felt the blanket fall below my arms and land at my feet. It was rare that I felt the rain on my face, I found myself moving toward the door, stepping outside I closed my eyes, the wind stood still and all I could feel was water as it fell against my face. My eyelids, cheeks, lips, I felt it run down my neck to my chest, my arms were beginning to soak it in. As my hair curled up I found myself swaying to the song in my head, ‘Where do you go when you’re lonely? Where do you go when you’re blue? Where do you go when you’re lonely, I’ll follow you? When the stars go blue.’

As my solid dance floor became a muddy mess, I looked down at my hands, they had puckered up from the moister. My clothes were soaked through and my hair was drenched. I tilted my head back one last time and allowed the sky to baptize me one last time. It almost felt as though it was happening in slow motion, plop, plop, plop, I heard every rain drop, they were beautiful. And then, then I caught a chill. Almost a bit of spice.

I caulked my head one last time to look to be sure the light in the barn was still lit, it was, so I quickly ran back into the house. I pulled the blanket up off the floor and wrapped it around my drenched body. I looked over at the fire I had made before my brief exit. It had reached its peak and sitting beautifully in its glow, rooted comfortably, my glass of 2008 Carmenere.

Root: 1 is a “lost grape of Bordeaux” from The Colchagua Valley, Chile. Carmenere is a deep red color with gentle tannins and rich flavors of plum, blackberry and spice.

I pulled off my wet tank top and jeans. I pulled on his old grey sweater and pants, pulled another blanket up close, Pressed myself back up against the wall, looking back over the hills of Chile’ I poured another glass of wine. I watched the purple and red glow from the barn and listened to the crackle from the fire and drank.


Cheers!

<3 to MP

And Then Spring Kissed Me!

"I want a glass of Sauvignon Blanc today, I want one so bad," I found myself professing at the top of my lungs around noon today at work.

Alyssa looked over at me with laughter in her eyes. "Let’s go sit on Red Stones Patio and drink a glass of Sauvignon Blanc and celebrate. I'm so far in the weeds right now I don't even know where to start. Did I just say that? Who just said that? I don't know who just said that?"

I couldn't help it, I laughed uncontrollably. Yes, I lost it laughing at my friend, but it was short lived. I walked back out into the dining room and shortly found myself among those getting their asses handed to them. Running back and forth all day, the cast of characters were very different today. I have to believe that it's because it was a holiday and most people were out of work and most schools are out for spring break, but I also believe there was something special in the air.

Mother Nature put something out there for all of us to breath into our lungs and hold onto. Suck in deep to our lungs and hold on. It made us all feel a little more... a little feistier. My one very special, very wonderful table (and I do hope you, special table, have now become a fan of this blog, and, forgive me, because I've forgotten your name, but I know your son's name is Sam) ordered up a glass of Sauvignon Blanc. As I walked up to the bar and placed it on my tray, I looked at the glass and said, "I will be enjoying you later!" Matt, my bartender laughed and said, "I will be enjoying my beer!"

The day pressed on, and table after table, drink after drink, I had my eye on the prize - that cold glass of white wine was, on this first sun-kissed day, going to be mine.

I was yet to break the seal on the building. It was 5pm and my last table was eating dessert. I had to let Alyssa know that I was almost done with work so I stepped out back.

"OH MY GOD," I shouted as though there were no one around! But... there was! Two of my chefs were standing out back. "It feels like, well, it feels like sex out here. From what I remember of course." We all laughed. "Honestly, it feels as good as sex used to feel from what I remember of it!"

It was like rolling around in warm sheets, feeling pillows pushed up against you on all sides of your body, having your neck touched in just the right places, your toes tickled. Everything just felt perfect outside at that right moment. It was amazing. I could feel it on my face, in my hair. The breath of the wind touching my eyelids as I closed them, the heat on my arms. Even my fingertips warmed as my fingers hit the keypad on my phone. Sadly, it had to end and I had to go back inside.

Okay... so, I rush back inside. Much to my surprise everyone is finished, ready to go. Everything is good, check out, grab my bag and I am off!

ALYSSA!!!! She is sitting waiting! Like it is a brand new day, she is sitting there with a beautiful big glass of Sauvignon Blanc! As you all know, I am not a white wine drinker, but the first sip of this wine sent my body to that place that bodies like to go! It relaxed, it sunk, it fell, it eased, it was at peace. It was not just the wine that helped me get there. It was the company. There is something about this friend of mine that sends me to a peaceful place, she is very calm, natural and jovial.

As the patio filled up, our friend Jamie joined us for a drink. Jamie brought laughter and memories. It is always great to see an old friend and reflect. Now at this point I am sure all of you are wondering what wine is Amanda drinking? I have to be honest... we don't know! We ordered Nobel Sauvignon Blanc, but that is not what they charged us for. So... we are not exactly sure what we got!

I will say this, it was crisp like a prefect white sheet that has been hanging on the line all day surrounded by lemon and grapefruit trees. It has picked up small hints of citrus, but it's not overpowering. It still has a sweetness about it. There is a small bit of honeysuckle that you can get at the back, allowing you to feel the beginning of spring, the promise of something amazing. It makes you long for something more.

Okay, so it looks like I am going to have to return to Red Stones Patio and order a glass of Nobel and see if it tastes the same as it did today. See if it was the the stress of the day, the company I kept or sex the sun that provided the delight in the glass. Its amazing how spring has a way of making things taste so differnt.


You know, today was not an easy day, but it was one of those days that you walk outside and you feel something, you feel it on your body, organic and raw. You feel it in the people you surround yourself with. You feel it in what you put into your body. And at the end of the day, if you can know that you did everything you could do to fulfill yourself and those around you, isn't that enough?

Cheers!
<3 to MP

My Trip To the South of France

Today I put on my red flip flops and yellow sundress that ties right at the nape of my neck, it’s tight around the waist and flows like daisy petals over my legs, comfortable cool. I stepped outside the house to feel the warm spring sun wrap its arms around face and down to my fingertips. Even my toes felt the sweet kiss of warmth. I grabbed my Red Bicycle and headed into town to the farmers market. Smelling the fresh bread, sweet cream from the cheese, the sugars from the fruit, color and life was all around me, life was all around me.

Children were playing in the fountain in the center of town dodging the little droplets as the fell from the crown of the kings, laughing and singing. Lovers held hands, friends sat and drank coffee. Street vendors peddled their vegetables, homemade jams and pickled cucumbers. The town square was alive. Life was fresh, it was beautiful and it was being lived by young and old.

With my basket in hand I found a crisp baguette, still warm from the oven, the smell was rich, like a steam oven, fresh and I had big plans for it. Julia owned the cheese market, every cheese you could imagine, Gouda, Brie, Havarti with dill, Roquefort, Charolais. There were too many too choose from, so I settled on Brie and Charolais. Julia knew, this was not going to be the last time I would see her on a beautiful spring day such as this.

As I left her shop I couldn't help but notice the small cow bell that rang on the door as I pushed it open. It’s the simple things in life that put a smile on your face.

The day was pressing on and the weather was growing a bit warmer. I stepped over to a small cart and ordered up a sweet treat of lemon ice. I did not want to spoil for what I knew was going to be an absolutely amazing afternoon of treats. This tart yet sweet and cool refreshment allowed me to stroll through the square for a little longer.

The dogs played in the park, an elderly man played Bach on a violin as two friends enjoyed a game a chess. Off in the distance I saw two young men drawing a hop scotch board on the sidewalk. As I pushed my Red Bicycle I looked up at the sun and allowed it to kiss me again, I opened my mouth, I took a deep breath in, I allowed it to fill me up, from the outside it. I felt the warmth on my bare shoulders and the swoosh in my skirt. It was a beautiful day.

Luke had the stand at the end of the block. This stand was full of the most beautiful colored jars, jars of jams, jellies and berries. My eyes were in color overload. I simply had no idea what to pick. I let him peek into my basket and with a wink of the eye, he said, I know what flavor will be perfect for your day. As he wrapped the bottle with care, I noticed his hands were dry and chaffed, I could tell that he had been doing this for years. I could not wait to taste his hard work and devotion to his art.

Next to Luke’s stand I found Renee’, Renee’ had all of the strawberries, blueberries, cantaloupes, raspberries, watermelon, if you needed fruit, Renee’ had that fruit. I told her of my plans for the day and much like Luke, she had that special look in her eye. It was almost as if everyone working in this square knew how to treat people on days like this, how to help people live their lives to their fullest and bring a peace to the day.

My last stop, was Jeans, the day would not be complete with out a collection of vibrant flowers. It didn’t matter what they were, I just went crazy, I grabbed a piece of brown butcher paper and started pulling, red, pink, yellow, white, powder blue, green all the colors I could find and I was off.

My basket was full and so was my afternoon, I peddled my way down one dirt road and up another, mile maker after mile. I listened to Johnny Cash along the way and when I got to the top of the hill over looking this small town at the very southern tip of France and unwrapped my blanket, the gust of wind that caught a hold of it was like watching God taking it in his hands and placing it on Mother Earth for me to enjoy. I spread out before me a treat a treat meant only for me, only for my heart, only for my soul, and now I offer it to you, to you my friends, so that you, so that you may someday too have a day in which you can enjoy a day that you offer yourself your own heart, your own soul and your own love.

A beautiful French baguette, the finest of French cheese, and the jam that Luke gave me, plum, what I didn't see him wrap in the jar was a small block of dark chocolate covering hazelnuts. What an amazing combination and an even better surprise. Renee' had mixed me a beautiful fruit salad of grapes, strawberries cantaloupes, blueberries and nectarines, all of my favorite things. I was now surrounded by all the beautiful flowers, colors, flavors smells and silence, the final touch, my Red Bicyclette, 2008 Pinot Noir.

Now I am sure you are all scratching your heads and wondering, um, when did Amanda go to France? Well, I didn't I have never been to France, I have never even been to the places I speak of in this amazingly beautiful day, but my friends, I invite you to drink Red Bicyclette, and if you are as impressed as I am, you will know why, why this was the only way I was able to review this wine.

Cheers!

I love you, I just don't trust you

I don’t know who reads these blogs, or how often you do, but tonight I feel like doing something a little different. Tonight, I am going to be raw and honest, honest about myself. And mom (if you are reading this) don’t start freaking out and crying and thinking my life sucks and blah blah blah, but the truth, the truth is, I don’t trust people. I don’t trust my friends, I don’t trust my family, I don’t trust my co-workers, and tonight of all nights, I don’t trust the weather forecasters.

We were promised “the storm of all storms, a Snow-icane, the worst storm of the season.” I woke up at 6:00am this morning, flipped on the news and watched and waited, waited to hear just how bad this monster was going to be. It was coming down pretty good here by the airport, but just not sticking. Around 8:00am, they broadcasted and said around mid-afternoon, the highways were going to become impassable and that is when the bulk of the storm was going to hit.

That is when I made up my mind; I am going to call out of work. You see, I live 37 miles away and its all highway in. The last thing I wanted tonight was to be stuck out in the suburbs with no money, no change of clothes and no where to go. So, yes, I was a schmuck and I called out, and you know what, THEY WERE WRONG…At one point today it stopped snowing. I am so pissed off right now. I missed out on money, I put my co-workers in a difficult situation, and now I have this feeling that people at work are looking at me as, well as a wimp. It sucks, it’s a horrible feeling, and it just solidifies that I don’t trust people.

Now lets talk about the people that I call my friends. I love you guys, I do, but do I trust you? How can I when I don’t even trust myself? You judge, you all do, you know you do, how I do know you do, because I do, I judge peoples actions, I judge what people say and do, but does this mean I love you any less, no, I just don’t trust you. I can honestly say that there is MAYBE a handful of people in this world, that I would say, “okay, here is my life, I am putting it in the palm of your hand, don’t let me down,” and I know they wouldn’t. Others, I get it, believe me when I tell you, I get it, you have families, work, school, spouses, girlfriends, boyfriends, other friends, work, miles in between us. Its not that I am upset, or love you any less, I just don’t trust you, and guess what….you should not trust me either! I am not perfect by any stretch of the imagination, I am emotional, I am manic, I am selfish, but if there is one thing I am not, its perfect. I am not perfect, I am at times a great friend and at times I am horrible friend. I do however, love, I love with all of my heart. Once I have allowed you close to my heart, you always will remain there, now matter how bad you hurt me, or how long it is until I see you again. You will have a spot there.

Moving on, family, ahhh, I love talking about how I don’t trust my family. I would have to say that one of my most favorite people in this world is my mother. Hell, she made this body in which I live, but for the love of G-d, she drives me crazy. I call her and I ask, “how are you?” Her reply, ALWAYS…”Tired, I didn’t sleep well last night. She tells me that she is eating well, exercising, doing all the things that a 60-something should…LIES…she is lying, she is telling me this so I don’t worry, and bless her soul, I can understand why she does this. You know why I know, because I lie to her too! I lie all the time. I could be sick, and tell her, “oh, I’m fine.” Or I could be sad and depressed about something, and I will just say, “I’m tired it was a long day.” We lie, we lie because we don’t want each other to hurt. We love each other so much, that to hear the truth would be worse than a lie.

My father, hell, I don’t trust a single word that comes out of that mans mouth. I don’t even know if I trust when he tells me that he loves me. Okay, yea, I think he does love me, but I don’t think he likes me AT ALL! Not even a little. I think he calls me just because he feels like he is obligated, which, fine, if at the end of the day, that makes him feel like a dad, go ahead. How is it going to change my life? Its not.

I love my big sister. I do, I think she is beautiful and smart and cute, but Good Lord! I can’t sit in a room with her for more than thirty minuets before I want to throw something at her or throw me down a flight of stairs. Now, the question is, do I trust her? I trust she will be honest with me, I trust that she wants what is best for me, but I don’t trust that if my world were crashing down around me, she would be able to be there for me. I know she would want to be, but I just don’t think she is capable. Again, I love my sister with every fiber of my being, but it is so damn hard to trust her with the important things in my life.

Finally my co-workers, now, I know a lot of you may be reading this and I am sure I am going to get a lot of sideways glances from here on out, but you know what, that this is my platform, this is the only time I can say what I really want to say, and don’t you dare for a second tell me you all have not felt this yourself. I DON’T TRUST YOU! Now, some of you, a handful of you are very close to me, close and dear to my heart, you have brought me into your homes, your lives and your families, and for that I will be forever grateful, for that you will have my heart, I will lay down on tracks for. Others, well, others out there, you are simply out there for yourself. You could care less, who is around that CORNER, or helping you out. They just care about their pocket. URGH, its so frustrating and I don’t trust you!

Trust, it’s a slippery slope, one to tread lightly on. I give my trust to people too easily. I know I shouldn’t. I know I should hold on to it with both hands and question everyone’s motives before I give it away because before you know it, you are taken advantage of and sitting in your living room, on a cold windy cluster-snow night drinking Dynamite Vineyards 2007 Red Zinfandel. Since we are being honest here, I didn’t want to drink this wine tonight, I had no desire to drink something that was going to make me happy or full of joy. I certainly didn’t want to drink something called Dynamite. I wanted to sit here in the dark and wallow in my misery of being disappointed by people and especially this storm. I did however make a big pot of my amazing chili and when reading the back of the bottle it boasted that it paired nicely with something spicy, so I thought, ‘what the hell.’

The bottle is beautiful, I mean a real piece of artwork by Stephan Ward, it illustrates the Pomo Indian legend behind the diamond-like quartz that sparkles in one of the volcanic vineyard’s soils. The bottle goes on to explain that, “The moon wet when she could be with her lover, a Pomo chieftain, and her tears fell in the earth, forming glistening “Moon Tears.” Isn’t that a beautiful story and yet so fitting how life really is, from our tears, amazing things grow. Think about it.

I took my first sip of this Zinfandel and bam, it hit me! Dynamite is right. It was an explosion of flavors; I was almost too scared to go back for another sip. Honestly, I let it sit on my table for about 20 minuets before I did. But I am so glad I did. The big raspberry flavor, plum and currants right up front and as it float back you start to taste just a little bit of dark chocolate and finally ending with licorice.

With everything that is going on in my mind, my heart, my body right now and to top it off with the weather outside, I feel that Dynamite just may be the perfect wine for a night like tonight. It is paired perfectly with my spicy turkey chili. I am ready to turn the lights off, keep the candles glowing, sit by the window and wait, wait for some sort of truth to come to me.

Cheers!

It all takes time

I had a long day. A really long day. We are expecting our 4th snow storm of the season. And when I say snow storm, I mean, its been given a name, it is now called a Snow-icane. If you recall, we also had the Mid-Atlantic Monster earlier this year, well, it's time to nestle in and pray for the best, but expect the worst.

So, with everyone else in town, I stood in line, loaded up on bread, coffee creamer, canned goods for chili and yes, oh yes, I will not go with out my wine for this one. It is still unknown just how much this storm is expected to dump on us or if I will be working in the days to come, but at least I am prepared either way.

I sit here tonight after an exhausting day of demanding guests, horrific traffic and cold wet weather. I walked around the wine store for a good amount of time before deciding on tonight's wine. Jacobs Creek Shiraz, 2007 is spicy with a very strong layer of licorice. The flavor of plum and pepper are notice right away at the tip of the tongue. I'm not sure if I like this wine. I want to like this wine, I want to love it, but I am just having a very difficult time with it. I almost feel like I am TRYING to like the wine as opposed to, taking a sip and just knowing I was going to enjoy it.

Jacobs Creek is from South Eastern Australia, but the grapes have been selected from various Australian regions to make a single varietal. I just feel that with all the hard work that has gone into this bottle, I should be getting something more. Something, that makes me love this wine.

I so badly want to love this wine. HA, I just realized I have a parallel with wine and my life, yet again! My friend Dana said to me yesterday, "you want to be in love so badly, it will happen, just let it." I thought about it last night and it occurred to me that not only was she right, but not only do I want to love and be loved, but I am also getting in the way of letting that happen.

I find myself pushing, pressing, searching for the good, and holding on with both hands, almost for dear life. I can't do that. I can't do that with wine, I can't do that with relationships, I can't do that with life.

Everything takes time to develop, wine, life, love. If you find that things are not what you want them to be, if you are not enjoying them, maybe you are standing in the way of them developing. Give it time, let it breath, and you never know how delicious it can turn out.

Cheers!

LBD

Its snowing, AGAIN! I feel like we are going to be under this blanket of snow for the rest of time. I just can't seem to find the bright side of all of this snow. I have missed two days of work, the roads are a mess, my car does not drive as well as I would like it to, and to be honest, I have not shaved my legs in a week! Now that is being honest and being totally exposed!

After wearing yoga pants and long sleeved shirts for the past month, I thought I would try something a little different, something a little sexy, sweet and sophisticated. The Little Black Dress became a fashion icon in the 1920's when Coco Chanel introduced it as being affordable, versatile and long lasting. It can be simple or seductive depending on your mood.

After seeing the 2008 Little Black Dress Chardonnay, I knew this was something I had to have in my closet, or wine rack if you may. LBD, is a product of Hopland, CA. I was very excited to open this wine tonight, but after the first sip, I said out loud, "Oh, this is not what I wanted!" I was deflated, and depressed. But, like the perfect LBD, you really need to try it on to get an appreciation. With a very strong lemon front and heavy oak finish It has taken me about half of the glass now to decide, its not all that bad.

PT.2

I never finished that first glass. I was, well, otherwise sidetracked. Its a new night, and just as cold out, and yet again, expecting snow. I didn't get a chance to try this wine again until later tonight. As I opened the bottle it (yes, it, the bottle...don't you all know that wine is a living breathing thing), the bottle actually let out a sigh of relief. It wanted to breath, it wanted to sigh, it wanted me! And, you know what, I wanted it. More than I had ever wanted a glass of wine before. I had already made up my mind. I didn't care if it was going to taste good or not, I just wanted a freaking glass of wine. After the hell day I had today, the yelling, the complaining, the...the lady from New Jersey that, COULDN'T eat anything green, but was so pleased with the chicken lettuce wraps and then proceeded to hit on my boss. But thank goodness for the two lovely ladies at table 18. I hope you are reading this tonight because you made my day worth getting through. And ladies, I promise you, I will drink more red wine and...this white..well, its not that bad.

I digress...I needed this wine tonight, I needed it like cookies need milk, like a love story needs a happy ending, and well, like I need to be sitting on the beach...in maybe say, the Caymen Islands? I'm just saying.

How many of you are totally confused right now and saying, "wow, she drank the whole LBD!"

No, not yet, but trust, I WILL.

Okay, so you remember my first kiss of a wine? Well, LBD has proven that there is something more exciting than a first kiss, its a second sip. I did not, DID NOT like this wine after the first sip, it had the taste of Pledge, you know the stuff you spray on wood? Well, then I took one more sip before crying, before realizing, I HAVE NO OTHER WINE TO DRINK!!!!!!

Then, there was the second sip, okay, much better now. Like the second kiss, you get to explore a little more. You get to allow it to show its true colors. The second kiss you let your guard down a little more and not only do you let your lips feel but your whole body begins to experience the emotion, feeling and charge. I drank this wine, in one quick gulp wanting more, expecting more, gaining more. I began to appreciate how the body can give way to something greater than myself, my arms loosened up, my wrists felt loose and my fingers began to flow.

LBD has proven to me that even though I am not a white wine drinker, even though I probably will hang this LBD back up and see what the next season brings, you can always count on it being affordable, versatile and long lasting. Long live the Little Black Dress!



Cheers!

I'm with William

Dear Mother Nature, knock it the F**K off! What is going on here? We got 24 inches of only 4 days ago, and now we are getting another 20+ inches!!!! How can this be happening? The news just said these are record snow levels. I have not been out of my house in over a day. The sky is glowing pink, the winds are reminiscent of the ones Dorthy and her little dog too experienced. I have not seen another living human being in almost two days. There are not even foot prints in the snow. Is this the end of life as I know it? Come on Amanda, get it together, its just a snow storm...

Now a storm like this would not be a problem for most people that get called out of work, in fact there are thousands of kids and adults alike, praying they get the call from the boss that they don't have to come to work tomorrow, however, if I don't work, I don't get paid. URGH, for the love of all that is right in this world!!! Stop snowing!

Last night I loaded up on food, coffee and treats for the news said that this storm was going to be the worst storm in history. Man, they were not kidding!

I have made the most unbelievable winter storm chili. For those of you that don't eat red meat, you will love this. Even if you do eat red meat, I promise you, you will be in for a special delight!

I took 1 pound of ground turkey and browned it with some garlic powder, Adobo spice, chili powder and salt and pepper.

I then added one can of black beans, one can of corn, one can of crushed tomatoes and one can of diced tomatoes, one can of enchilada sauce and threw it in the oven for about 25 minuets. Delish!

Tonight I need something that is going to warm me both inside and out. I have not had human contact in over a day and it looks like I wont for another day or so. I am going crazy. I am losing my ever loving mind! There are only so many times I can log into facebook and see other peoples cars covered by the snow, or how their dog got caught under a foot of snow trying to go to the bathroom. Ahh, and my favorite facebook status as of now is..."Is it snowing by you?" Um, HELLO, Its snowing across this freaking nation!

I am spending the night with William. William Hill Cabernet that is. It is a 2005 Cab out of Napa Valley. It is as dark as night in color and huge in flavor. As soon as the wine hit the tip of my tongue I could taste the sweet berries. The juice slid ever so quickly to the back of my mouth, leaving a path of raspberry, blackberry and plum. The roof of my mouth felt the oak, tingling like the pricks of a cactus from the dessert. I could taste the barrel it was soaked in and a strong sense of smoke. There is a long, long finish to this wine, almost like it is blanketing my mouth.

According to the William Hill Estate website, (http://www.williamhillestate.com/wines/bench-cab-2005.htm) these grapes were crushed and then soaked for 3-5 days in order to get the maximum color and fermentation.The wine was aged in French and American oak barrels prior to release.

Like the snow building up outside, the flavor of this wine mounts up in my mouth as well, from the tip of the tongue, to the roof of my mouth, back to the depths of my inner mouth. It is smooth and seductive, sweet yet strong and bold. A wine to be enjoyed on a cold winter night such as tonight. I recommend sharing this bottle with someone you want to enjoy a cozy night in with, or alone, where you can let your inner soul breath.

Being snowed in has its down falls, such as not making the money I need to pay my bills, but it also allows me to find out about a new juice and create a dish that will last me well into the days to come. Chili freezes so beautifully.

So, William and I are going to sit here tonight, with candles lit, watching the snow continue to pound into Philadelphia and I am going to allow myself to feel, to dream and to explore what my inner thoughts want me to.

For everyone reading this here in the North East, hang in there, drink to what is out of our control and when it is all said and done, go make a snow angel. For those of you in dryer climates, be happy you are not witnessing a historical winter and enjoy what is in your control.

Cheers!

Hey...Fat Bastard!

Good Friends.

That is exactly what the night was full of and that is exactly what was written on the back of our Fat Bastard Pinot Noir.

Last night was a night at the Nelsons. It was a night full of laughter, story telling, secret sharing, amazing food and wonderful wine. On the menu was a mixed salad, angel hair pasta, chicken, broccoli and asparagus along with home made garlic bread. It was a meal fit for kings, but enjoyed by queens.

The Red and the White flowed as myself and 7 of my very close friends enjoyed a lovely meal made possible by Jessica and her mother Joan. Keeping company was Kristen, Chimere, Holly, Jennifer and Judy.

There is something to be said for a night with your friends. After the storm we had over the weekend, being able to get outside of the house and spend some time with the people that are closest to you really helps you forget about all of the other worries that life may throw at you. You learn things about friends you may never have otherwise known, laugh about childhood memories and begin to make new ones.

Sitting at the Nelsons dinner table last night we did all of that. Sharing pictures of the past and taking new ones of the present, we all realized that we have so many things in common. We are all very strong, very willing and very loving women. Ranging in age from 20 years old up into, well...mom age. ;)

We shared stories of what its like to be in love in our twenties, in our thirties, forties, and forward. We learned what its like to be a mother, to be a daughter, a sister and a best friend. We prayed, ate, loved and grew closer as friends and family.

The wine I selected last night was purely based on the label. Fat Bastard. How can one not stop and pick that up? Fat Bastard is a wine from Southern France. It was developed by an American and a Frenchman. They came together as friends to create this product. It was a 2008 Pinot Noir that was very subtle on the front, with flavors of raspberry, strawberry and blackberry, but extremal dry and full of oak in the back. It had a huge finish that lingered. Cutting the oak with a delicious homemade carrot cake was the perfect combination.

The website, www.fatbastardwine.com boasts that this is a wine to be shared with friends and it is encouraged to make memories.

Even when trying times are upon us, when life deals us the wrong cards, we can always count on our friends, our families, our sisters and know there is someone there that can relate to our issues, problems and life's desires.

So, I tell you all, grab a bottle and call your closest friends, share and make memories.

Cheers!

The Mid-Atlantic Monster is Here!

The Mid-Atlantic Monster is what ABC news called the storm that is S-L-O-W-L-Y making its way into my front yard right now.

Since Tuesday the news had been calling for 12-24 inches of snow starting today (Friday) at 5pm going all day Saturday and ending in the evening. Then late yesterday the news said that the storm could come as early as 1pm. I think the entire city of Philadelphia and the surrounding towns went to the stores and stocked up like it was going to be the end of the world.

Honestly people, the shelves at the grocery store were bare in some places. From milk to batteries, bread to toilet paper, people were loading up. But I had this feeling all along, there was going to be no snow...okay, not no snow, but not snow of biblical proportion. At 1pm today it was 40 degrees and no sign of snow. 4pm, no snow.

So, what do I do? I head to Whole Foods and grab a salad. I honestly feel that if you live in a 10 mile radius of the store, you were there with me tonight. The lines were at least 15 people deep. I could not get over the idea that everyone in here was expecting the worst.

I headed for home and for whatever the weekend brings. I have my wine, I have my coffee and creamer, plenty of eggs, bread, cheese, Andes Mints and of course, toilet paper. So, Mid-Atlantic Monster, come and get me!

6pm no snow. Really everyone, what is the hype about? It is now 9:30pm...snow. Lots of it. About 4 inches have fallen in the past hour or so. Okay, I take it back, there is a Monster out there.

The most exciting part of a snow storm is being able to sit at home and drink your wine and not worry about going anywhere. Tonight, I am drinking Red Diamond. Yes, don't adjust your eyes...RED DIAMOND. I just love saying it!

Allow me to introduce to you an amazing Cabernet, and not a bad name if I may say so myself. From Washington state, this 2007 Cabernet is smooth and on a scale of 1-10 on being dry, I would go with a 7. Its a very easy wine to drink. There is no long finish, no after bite and very sharp on the front of the tongue. The bottle says that it "exudes style and confidence." Hmmm, sounds like another Diamond I know. It goes on to talk about the different berry's, oak and promises to be enjoyable every time. Well, Red Diamond just became this girls best friend!

I am enjoying this glass of wine with frozen double dipped Flipz. They are first dipped in peanut butter and then dipped in chocolate. Pure bliss!

So picture if you will, the snow falling outside, candles lit around the room, sitting on the couch, indulging in my frozen treat while enjoying this delicious diamond. Waiting for, well, I'm not waiting for anything this weekend. I am going to stay up late, sleep in even later.

I give up as far as guessing what this storm is going to do, but I do know that I am going to enjoy the peace and quiet, this bottle of wine and the idea of not leaving the house anytime soon!

Cheers!

Who Has a Sweet Tooth?

I think I hate Riesling. I know I used to really enjoy it, but now, now its just as sweet as red cool-aid on a hot summer day.

I had half of a bottle left over from Brunos visit last night and as you all know, I will not let a bottle of wine go to waste. So, I thought, what the heck, I will just finish this up and call it a night, but uhhh, its so sweet, its like a sugar lick. How do people enjoy this?

I am drinking Carl Reh 2007 Riesling, Spaltese. Or, should I say I am suffering through it. I can feel my caloric intake get higher and higher with every sip and also thinking, man, my head is going to kill me in the morning. Thank goodness there is only a glass left in this bottle.

Please, someone out there, prove me wrong. Let me know of another Riesling that is worth tipping. Or tell me why you like drinking this wine. Make me a believer, make me want to accept that this is okay. For I am sitting here, staring at this glass, wondering, wondering how this is enjoyable.

For the love of all that is right in this wine drinking world. Help me figure this one out!

Cheers!

Put a Little Fire in Your Life

After the stress of the weekend, I wanted something to calm my nerves. I walked into the wine store tonight having no idea what to get. I walked from the Italian wine, to the French, Spanish and German. I didn't know. I grew frustrated until this beautiful dark bottle with a bright red label caught my eye.

Zen of Zin

The label looked as though it were on FIRE. Zen, I needed to bring my body and soul to a peaceful place. How could I go wrong?

It wasn't until I got home and read the label that I knew I was about to partake in something so much bigger than just a peaceful glass of wine. I was being given directions in how to enjoy it.

POUR OFTEN. Especially among friends
PAIR BOLDLY. With prime rib, roast chicken, pork and chocolate
EXPERIMENT FREELY. Bring to a party full of Chards
SEEK BEAUTY. Chocolate, toffee, and blackberry jam flavors
BREATH DEEPLY. Note the vanilla, plum and coffee aromas
SHARE WISDOM. And laughter, always laughter

When I poured my first glass I could not believe how dark this glass of wine was. I was ready for a thick, full body, heavy glass of wine. Whew was I shocked, it was sweet, smooth and FULL of flavor. The sweet berry hits you right away and before you know it, the chocolate and vanilla take over at the end.

I followed through on my promise to myself. Prior to me sitting down to Zenfully enjoy my night, I sent off my resume. I am putting my energy and my good thoughts, feelings and prayer out to the universe. I pray that it provides in the best way possible.

Zen of Zin is of course a 2007. Its from Sonoma, California and an amazing addition to my life. If you are not a red wine drinker, but long for something sweet, I promise you, this is a wine that will not disappoint. However, if you enjoy your wines to be dry and clean, this may not be a good pick. I am already thinking about enjoying this wine with my Andes mints!

Please friends, family loved ones and strangers alike, don't forget to pour often, pair boldly, experiment freely, seek beauty, breathe deeply and share your wisdom.

Cheers!

Ketchup and noodles

Well, the snow storm got the best of everyone this weekend. However, it was a great excuse to sleep in on a Saturday and get the house and laundry clean. Not to mention my taxes and resume are now final and complete. That is, if a resume can ever be final and complete.

As much as I love writing, and take great pride in what I put on paper, its never easy to fully promote yourself in a resume. I owe a huge thank you to Kelly and Clark for their help all weekend on this daunting task. Honestly, its a piece of paper that can change your life, but does it really tell people who you are or what you can provide?

I am at a point in my life where I need to make a long life commitment to a career and to myself. I need to finish what I started. I have put so many things off in life and said I was going to do one thing and ended up doing another. Its no wonder after all of this time, my friends and family don't take me seriously anymore. I'm sorry, its taken me so long, but it has come to me and now its time for me to show everyone what I am capable of.

An opportunity has come my way and I can't pass it up. I have the opportunity to finally have a career in something I have great passion for, something I KNOW I would be good at and something I take pride in! I don't want to let myself down, and I don't want life to continue to pass me by, as I ask, "would you like brown or white steamed rice with that?"

I have learned its time to become responsible for the mistakes that I have made and move on to something rewarding. I sit here tonight eating MY comfort food, now I know all of you with the exception of the Gordon's reading this are going to think I am insane, but its a family specialty, noodles with butter and ketchup. Yup, that's what my grandmother used to feed us as kids. Its cheap, easy, fast and did I mention cheap? I am finishing my bottle of Santa Ema and now that its about 5 days open, it is full of citrus. The grapefruit is right up front. Drinking this wine, makes me think of myself. It started off as an exciting crisp clean wine, and now finishing it, its ripe, new and mysterious. I was talking to an old and very dear friend tonight. She reminded me of how I lived life over 10 years ago, that I was full of vigor and joy and life. She told me how I had everything going for me, but somewhere down the road I lost that.

I realize now, everything changes in time. Be it your personality, your zest for life the extra spunk in your step, or the flavor in your wine. It all changes. Everyday, there is something that will tweak your personality. Wine, like people takes on an identity. It can be calm and warm, crisp and perfectly chilled, but if you let it sit too long without drinking, it will grow bitter, harsh and unbearable.


Comparing people and a bottle of wine, you should never sit around waiting for things to agitate you. Don't sit and wait for someone or something to see what you are capable of. Who doesn't long for someone to tell you that everything is going to be great? You are the perfect fit to someone, to something. There is a someone and a something out there for everyone.

My stomach is in knots, I am gambling with my future, I have no idea what is going to happen once I put that resume in an email and hit the send button. I wish life were like this bowl of pasta, that I knew exactly what I was going to get when I ate it, but its more like the glass of wine, unknowing, and full of surprise.

Now, I don't know if you are an everyday reader of this blog, or this might be your first time taking a glance, I may know you, or you might be sitting somewhere in the Midwest and just clicked on this blog by mistake, which ever the case maybe, know that there are people in this world that want the best for you. They can be harsh and full of constructive criticism, or they may be loving, kind and willing to just sit there and let you cry until you can't catch your breath. Just know, your dreams belong to you, own them, feed them, believe in them and yourself, you never know where they might take you!

Cheers!