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.
I decided to write my first book about stuff I know, which, along with Vegas and California being my base locations, included wine and food. Because SB and loin chops ain't a thing.
I remember one day tasting about 65 wines. Yes. Tasting. Not drinking. And my budget died. What can I say? The wines were spectacular, and I simply had to have them!