Saturday, March 17, 2007

Time to celebrate...

Six months is an awful long time to wait - and that's basically what Vicky did. I scrambled, applying for every job I could (including those I knew I wouldn't get or would hate - I needed an income!). For six months, people would assure me I would get a job soon... and it got boring.

So, last night we celebrated.

It was a small celebration but we loved it.

About five or so months ago, Vicky and I were heading back from a disasterous vacation at our favorite place in the world (or, at least, California) and decided to do some wine tasting along the way. At the last vineyard, we happened across a miracle.

Vicky got her four or eight or seventy-two tastes at the winery - I'd stopped tasting because I had to drive in a straight line (fucking traffic laws!) - when we saw something peculiar... chocolate. I'm sorry, did I say peculiar? I meant "something that stirred the lust in our very bones"! Chocoloate! We luvs the chocolate!

But... hold on... back up... chocolate? At a winery?

"It's for our late harvest zin," the attendent told us.

But Vicky had already gulped down her tastes! And as her eyes welled up, looking at me with a mix of piteousness and chocolate lust, I asked, "I haven't had my tastes yet, could I get a taste of that?"

"Sure," I was told.

Vicky, having been my wife officially for a year, knew that by "my taste" I could only have meant "her taste".

So, let's cut to the chase. Here's the link to the winery - don't worry if the late harvest zin is a little pricey, it's worth it! Get some dark chocolates. Vicky bought a small box of Godiva truffles after we got home and we promised to have them as soon as I got a job. (As I said, six months is a long wait!) You take a bite of chocolate, eat it, and then you wash it down with a sip of wine.

... what's it like?

Well, when Vicky had a taste at the winery... her knees buckled.


1 comment:

Jenn from WA said...

The bottle is very cool! That is, afterall, how I pick my wine. The bottle and the label.