Tuesday, June 17, 2008

And they said it wouldn't last...


Here we are... wine country... June 17th 2000. I had to search high and low for this photo this morning to commemorate Mister's and my 8th wedding anniversary. Not for lack of photos mind you, but for lack of in-focus photos. You see, our photographer was drunk. In his defense, he did work at Chandon, one of the best sparkling winerys in Napa/Sonoma valley. However, it's always a good idea to show up sober when one is capturing arguably the most important event of a person's life. Then again, I'm not sure anyone was sober at our wedding ... show of hands? Anyone? Anyone?

But today, a toast to my sweet husband. We paired up like a nice chardonnay - a light straw color with a glint of gold, a clean scent suggestive of flirt. Even today these impressions are repeated on the palate with a very slight buttery finish and a subtle hint of French kissing in the background. Mister has good depth with an ideal balance which will lead us to a fresh, silky finish. (Thank God, because "balance" is not something I was created with).

Once married I tasted the deep, expressive aromas and flavors of a life long commitment - it has nuances of mocha and spice. We developed an elegant structure with steadfastness and belief in one another. It's a family blog, but I have to say, extended skin contact has intensified our "varietal complexity". Our marriage ages in the home and life we make for ourselves; we bottle our conversations without filtration to capture the full flavor and lush texture.

As expected our marriage is a challenging and rewarding one to produce. Severe selection criteria (Mister will attest to this) and master blending show in the final product, which showcases a wide array of adoration and commitment including tremendous amounts of laughter and love, not to mention one adorable Miss Pants. (Who asked by the way if we got a parade on our anniversary or a medal or something... Mister replied, "I should get a medal" and I wholeheartedly agree - I want the parade!)

Despite a few "bad cork days" (Pastor Neil), this marriage is ready to drink now and will continue to develop complexity over the next three to four years... I'll report back then on how the vineyard is growing.

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Grand Old Day


There is a big street festival here that happens the first Sunday in June rain or shine. Been there. This year we were blessed with 80 degrees and sunshine. (Of course we haven't seen it since, so it's a blurry memory. Good thing we got pictures.)

One of the highlights of Grand Old Day is marching in the parade. Pants has marched with us in the backpack, graduated to the wagon and this year... TA DA!