I've not started yet, but a quick flip through the book doesn't show an immediately perceptible difference from the original so far. So that means that I have to sit down and read the whole thing again. Yay!
I "read" books about health, which, unfortunately, were few and far between. The fact that my waistline has more or less disappeared in a pile of zaftig, prove that the reading that I *have* done, I haven't necessarily put into practice.
I'm originally from the outskirts of Philadelphia, and I'm horrified at the wimp I've become.
I finally found my real estate soulmate and moved in last month after weeks of HGTVing my way into getting it into habitable (for me) shape.
I have been calling this my “Body Bag House,” because that's the only way I'm going to be carried out of it when I am very old and very gray. Clairol notwithstanding.
We were happily surprised with the quality of the Paso Robles Pinot Noirs. So much so that I found myself thinking: Is there *anything* that Paso can't do?!?
Well, my friends Rick and Jarlene went to Cambria, California - actually Paso Robles – for Rick's special birthday. I won't say how old he is, but let's just say that he's been around the block a time or two. Or several.
My first “good” Pinot – which occurred before the movie Sideways, by the way - was an epiphany. The color that gleamed with translucent ruby, purple, and flashes of garnet, the nose that danced with roses, cranberries, strawberries, smoke, and cherries, and the experience of pure silk on the palate and a luscious, long, exquisite finish, pretty much ruined me for any other wine. While I can't remember the wine maker, I do remember the experience.
It's spring, and as we cruise into summer, I'm already starting to taste my favorite summer wines. That would be, of course, Rosés!
But make no mistake – it is a serious, fully-staffed and stocked kitchen, and the food is no joke. While you will be paying Mirage prices, you can also expect Mirage quality. Excellent. This ain't bar food. Dammit again.