Here are three truths about my current location.
1) THIS is in the kitchen:
2) There are little to no high-glycemic foods in said kitchen.
3) I am watching the USA v Canada hockey game.
IF YOU GUESSED MY PARENTS’ HOME IN MICHIGAN, YOU GUESS CORRECTLY!!!
1.) My mom drinks boxed wine. I don’t know if I’ve talked about this [...]
After uploading my photographs to Flickr, it only takes about two minutes of me rummaging around through other people’s images to come to the realization that my work is amateur crap. There is SO much talent and creativity in photography out there and my only hope is that I can be inspired and get better [...]
I’m waiting for Damon to get home so we can visit his newly-born nephew at the hospital.
Having a little time to spare, I opened a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc.
Mid-pour, I couldn’t help but think that this was my body’s coping mechanism before setting foot onto the maternity ward. This is what I do. Whenever I [...]
It’s amazing how much time you have when you’re not eating and obsessing about the food other people are eating. Day 5 on the master cleanse is nearing a close and I. FEEL. AWESOME. I did ask Jana if I could smell her nacho cheese at lunch today, but other than that, we’re good.
So I [...]
While we visited mainly smaller wineries, there is something to be said for your larger, more famous ones. They are gorgeous, and have lovely lighting later in the day. Here’s a set from the Robert Mondavi Winery.
Another dog that I wanted to steal!
Annie + Chardonnay
Jess, having a moment.
Wish I could carry them in my pocket.
Okay, [...]
Reasons I don’t have pictures of my favorite winery, Homewood :
1) I had a half day of drinking under my belt already and didn’t trust myself with my expensive camera.
2) It wasn’t a photogenic scene to begin with.
3) We were engrossed in conversation with Pierre, the French-Canadian, who poured us everything on this list, plus [...]
When we visited the Gundlach Bundschu Winery (Gun. Luck. Bundt. Shoe.), it was rainy. But they had flowers. And I had my trusty camera.
Did I mention I love, love, love wine country? It’s quiet and peaceful and rich and lovely, and you meet the greatest people with wonderful stories and limitless passions.
This is the winery at Nicholson Ranch (in the foothills of Sonoma)
They had this great big window in their tasting room that let in TONS of natural [...]
..and other wine cliches.
Hey - remember when I went to San Francisco weeks and weeks ago? I still have more pictures, suckahs!
I left you at the Robledo Family Winery. Here’s a couple more pics of the outside…
That guy sent us to the Larson Family Winery. Here’s a sign that greets you on the way in:
We had [...]
The first winery we went to was the Robledo Family Winery in Sonoma. Note the quaint little Mexican music and slogan: A family who found the true American Dream. It was ADORABLE. We were totally suckered in.
Larry was our taster-person/pourer? I don’t know what you call that that. But he told us the story [...]
…I’m going to live forever!
My favorite part of this article was the last sentence:
“They also noted that a person would have to drink at least 100 bottles of red wine a day or take mega doses of the available supplements to get the levels given to mice, which may not be safe in humans.”
Really? 100 [...]
Um…will someone pleaaaase take me to the Bloomington Wine Festival?
Okay, I know, it’s $30, but! It’s a WINE FESTIVAL.
(Plus, all the proceeds go to the Boys and Girls Club of Bloomington, so you can get drunk AND donate to charity at the same time. That’s so bourgeois!)
There’s a wine bar kiddy-corner (Hoosiers read: “katty-corner“) from my [...]
Note to Self:
Next Christmas,
do NOT consume
ONE FULL BOTTLE of Chardonnay
while wrapping presents….
So I decided I was going to hit up Blockbuster tonight, maybe grab a bottle of KJ* and get mildly toasted, alone. But what to rent? I’ve been known to wander video stores aimlessly for ridiculously long periods of time. I needed a plan.
So I turned to the Devil Facebook. What would my “friends” suggest?
With 167 “friends” on a list, you need [...]
Jenn is a 26-year-old writer from Indianapolis, Indiana. She lives downtown in a Civil-War-era house that used to be a brothel. It is now referred to as "The Cockpit."
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