It’s snowing.
It’s still winter.
Know what? I don’t care. I’m parked in front of a roaring fire with a bottle of wine and a book. Can’t think of a better way to spend a winter evening. (Well, actually, I CAN think of a better way, but this household is fresh outta a loaf of bread and a thou.)
I know. I know. My wine snobbish friends (you know who you are!) will tell me that red is the only way to go. But I’m a white girl (my wine preference, not a reference to my ethnicity or the way I dance). And I love, love, love local wines. The Winter White from Leelanau Cellars, “a taste of Northern Michigan,” is one of my faves.
“Winter White is lightly fruity and semi-sweet [kind of like me, huh?]; this wine is perfect for light afternoon luncheons or fruit, cheese and sausage trays, or as an aperitif.”
Forget about serving this before the meal … I’m thinking this might have to BE dinner. It’s warm and cozy and the read great. I really have no intention of moving from this spot for a while. The book may be skinny, but draining an entire bottle is definitely in order!
*raising glass*
To Dionysus, the Greek god of wine and drunkenness! Yiamas!
1 comment:
White wine all the way!!! Only red wine I ever found that I liked was when I was in Germany. Not likely to get to try it again (haven't a clue what the name was- it was some house wine).
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