I am having so much fun blogging this year, like ‘Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious’ kind of fun.
Awhile back, I declared myself as the Daenerys Targaryen of Sommeliers. I don’t try to reinvent the wine wheel, I break it.
Simply put, I see the great work of my life to be the result of seeking out tension.
To quote the Mother of Dragons herself,
I AM NOT AN ORDINARY WOMAN,
MY DREAMS COME TRUE.
I embrace the tension until my posture reflects the manifestation of my dream(s).
By combining my all-time favorite things together WINE and GARDEN, I’ve had the opportunity to take photos in my garden and create some beautiful moments of connection.The past week was a techno-colored heliophiliac’s dream come true. If given the choice between sitting in the sun in my backyard, over just about anything. I’d pick backyard armchair wanderlust every single time.
I not only keep wine in the fridge for backyard special occasions, but also for ordinary days that end in ‘y’. I see wine shopping as my civic duty. My empties bin testifies that we drink a crap-ton of rosé. My pink-spiration comes from the dry and fruity side. Currently, I am on the look out for a ‘house rosé’ and have been sampling various offerings.
We sipped a Spanish rosado the other day and as I was sitting pondering the deep things of life, like why squirrels have tails, I remembered these couple of lines I’d read by Mark Oldman:
Dry rosé is so versatile that I’m reluctant to impose any parameters on your food choices, though I’ll proffer one rule of thumb.
To achieve rosé nirvana, follow my “Rosé Rule of P”: serve it with anything pink –lobster, shrimp, ham, pork –or anything Provençal–such as bouillabaisse, salade Niçoise, or grilled sardines.
Mark’s advice is incredibly sensible and as I was sitting in the sunshine I thought,
You know, Mark. I think I can take your alliteration one step further. My Perfect “P” Pairing would be the… PALM of my hand.
The Sunshine, wine, photography, quotes, dreams coming true: you’d think it couldn’t get any better. I know, me too. I posted this next picture on Facebook and a friend commented that the dragon looked thirsty. I giggled and wrote back saying, “Yeah, and I’m the mother of dragons.” She replied instantly with, “THANKS FOR THE BELLY LAUGH.”
It doesn’t get better than that. Well, at least not until next week.
Have a great one!!!