He swirled the glass with sophisticated aplomb. The confidence of typical tasting room sommeliers was evident, but he lacked the industry-standard arrogance I’d come to expect in these situations: Me, the ignorant, fangirl neophyte, vs. Michael, the haughty, studied vintner. Read the rest of this gem…
Spring is the best time of year because it holds the promise of a long, luxurious summer and it’s still possible for me to walk outside without immediately forming a sweat ‘stache. The days start getting longer, the birds start chirping sweetly, and suddenly that motivation I’d been missing all winter because I was busy being SAD attacks with renewed zest. Read the rest of this gem…
Plum-colored doorways and big bacon scones at the Oakhurst Inn in Charlottesville, Virginia. Read the rest of this gem…