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Munching Vidal Blanc on Keuka Lake, New York
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Midnight nears. I have not packed for our trip. My wine rests in thirty bottles but they need closure, literally and figuratively. Because I saved bottles, this vignoles venture will not see me experimenting with screw-caps. Although, I really really … Continue reading
A ten day vacation looms. The wine tank can’t come with me. It’s time to bottle it. That or turn our fridge into a cellar. Bottling my first and second wines required crafty recycling. This would be no different. Once … Continue reading
Days of distraction divide me from my blueberry defrosting.Wine equipment languishes like a cross-dressed Achilles, forced into hiding by his mother. Wigged in lint, powdered in dust, for too long it endures aimless domesticity. Thus, as a feigned Odysseus, I … Continue reading