I know wine. I just have to have the pieces of papers (and pins) to prove to others that I do. Master level? Well, maybe. After all, while I'm at it...
That chunky, short-haired person talking with Paul is me back then. Now I have long hair. Still chunky. Whatever.
The Wineaux Guy and I got to visit Paso Robles several times during the year, and those times were very relaxing for both of us. We didn't always get to visit friends while we were there, but love the town and it's a perfect getaway weekend for us. Paso Robles has that old-fashioned small town feel that is balm to a stressed out soul.
This was the interview I did in 2008 with John Curtas, our own intrepid restaurant critic who has gone on to bigger and better things, including Iron Chef America judge, author, and separated-at-birth celebrity!
I've spent the last several weeks creating a video, music, and photo montage in tribute to DeeDee, and that's been demanding the lion's share of my "spare" time.
Will I rise to the top to be one of the final (fill in the single-digit number), or will I get stuck like day-old caramel in a cheap saucepan?
While recuperating from even relatively minor surgery is, by design, ridiculously boring, it’s necessary so that one can do stuff afterward. And because there’s a lot of stuff that I want to do, I’m following doctor’s orders to the “T.” Mostly.
I found myself falling into the habit of constantly purchasing "okay" wines because I want to save my "good" wines for "special occasions."
Along comes digital photography! I've had fun with it over the years, but very recently I purchased a digital SLR and my artist's heart is soaring. This gave birth to the idea of the Gallery at Vegas Wineaux. While I have been using some of my work to showcase my wine reviews - you'll recognize my kitchen wall if you've been to my home - I have been busy behind the scenes doing some pretty serious photography. Yeah, I think it's that good.
However, they did have several beers there, and each one was delicious. Dammit. I’m always looking to do a smackdown of beer, but I couldn’t this time.