This is the person who introduced me to fine wine decades ago. Who knew that Boone's Farm wasn't real wine!! He started my love for wine, and many years later, we enjoy wines together, although we are now in different states.
You know how you see or meet someone (or several someones) and you just “click” right away? Well, that’s how it was for me and my wine group one Saturday at Marché Bacchus when Dick and Jarlene visited for the first time.
The first time I received a glass of wine from them, I kind of stared at it because I'd ordered PINOT. What?!? PINOT in a tumbler? It's like crying in baseball! You don't DO that!
One of my fondest childhood memories is waking up on an early weekend morning to the aroma of frying bacon, the sound of the toaster popping up crunchy slices, and the intoxicating scent of percolating coffee.