The Wine Commonsewer™

Baby Cabernet

Good Morning Gentle Readers,

TWC has plenty of space for a vineyard. The rocky, well-drained soil would support such an endeavor. But, even though there might be some tax advantage to be had, he has neither the fervor nor the energy required to convert wild scrub land into thriving grapes. That's a labor of love and takes a bit more than pocket change to get on with. 

Here at Casa de las Rocas Grandes, I've got a few fruit trees; Meyer Lemon, Mexican Lime, a couple of Navel Oranges, a Haas Avocado that produces amazing fruit, and a two peach trees that I'm about to cut off the water to. There are also figs and pomegranate and, just for the sake of having it, there is a single Cabernet Sauvignon vine. This is what baby Cabernet Sauvignon grapes look like.

Surprisingly, at least to moi, Cabernet grapes are kind of tasty. They are smallish, dark red, and full of seeds, so eating them is a challenge of sorts. There certainly isn't enough fruit to make wine, and I'm not up for that task, neither.

As Ever,

TWC 🍷 

The Morning After April 15th

Good Morning Gentle Readers,

 

On the morning after the night before, TWC wishes you peace and prosperity.

 

As Always,

 

TWC 🍷

In-N-Out Burger Coming to New York City

Good Morning Gentle Readers,

A few years back, College Humor pulled off a pretty awesome April Fool's Day Pranks, assuring New Yorkers that the long rumored opening of an In-N-Out burger joint was happening in the summer of 2010.

In-N-Out is a west coast phenom that began right here in So Cal with their conceptualization of the drive-thru burger joint back in '48. The stores aren't franchised and the company is still more or less family owned. In-N-Out pays significantly better than their fast food counterparts and the company prides itself on friendly service and a clean environment. Nothing is frozen, the food is always prepared fresh. It's kind of cool to watch them slicing fresh potatoes into fries while you're ordering.

 

The House Blond at a Real In-N-Out in Oxnard Ca

In the days of my vagrant yoot there were only a dozen or so of these places in all of Southern California. Most were confined to LA County. None of them were in my neck of the woods. We'd all pitch in for gas and pile into somebody's car. There was no freeway and it was a long Friday night ride to get to Azusa where we could snaffle up a coupla bags of burgers. We were the poster kids of the now-maligned car culture and driving was what defined us. It was what we did. And the burgers were worth the ride.

As Ever,

TWC 🍷

Photo Credit: © Mrs TWC 2010