Gentle Readers,
The Fairy God Mother of Wine deposited a care package on the porch the other day. Okay, we had to sign for it. Well Mrs TWC had to sign for it because TWC was enjoying a spot of lunch with my Italian client and his partner at the Rusty Pelican, on the harbor in Newport Beach. Frank's been drinking wine since he was two. You know how those first generation Italians are. It also means, you ARE drinking wine with lunch. It's like trying to turn down Senora El Jeronimo de Crow's chicken enchiladas. Don't matter that you had dinner at home. Eat! Eat! Thought that woman was Jewish 'til I was 24.
Problem was that Mrs TWC was in the shower with shampoo in her hair and The Boy isn't old enough to forge her name. The UPS guy was getting impatient (and jealous).
None-the-less, it happened, and inside the box was a particular wine that Darryl makes with a couple of friends just for fun. Now he's not an ordinary vineyard manager so there is some skill here. That was apparent when we opened the wine Thanksgiving Eve.
Rich and full, more Petite Syrah than Pinot. Deep inky purple. Drink now or ten years from now. MMMMMM. I swear, this is better than half the stuff on the rack at BEVMO. And it's just for fun. Just drinking wine. Homemade Tuesday Night wine.
Love it. Sorry it's gone. Wish it wasn't.
One more thing to be thankful for.
As Ever,
TWC
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