reminds me of a sign i saw in an elderly italian neighbors kitchen.
"i often cook with wine. sometimes i even put it in my food."
weekend was a wild one.
it wasnt really that wild. but i survived and i am able to stand. and talk about it. and i feel good about that.
i'm not fond of white wine. i'm just not.
i am, however, fond of a good rib roast.
pretty boring stuff.
i'll have to go out and do something blogworthy.
then get bailed out of jail and write about it.