#wine notes

While the world burns I joined a new wine club: Hammerling. They are based in CA and make only sparkling wines.

My friend Eric owns a wine/spirits distributor and he introduced me to the wines and the winemaker over the summer.

Nice person. Nice wines.

And a decade disappears, just like that.

We're still going to your house for Easter and you'll still make me as many tacos as the age I'm turning this year for my birthday… right? No, but also yes.

"What's remembered lives" and I've found pieces of you living with me everywhere- from Phoenix, to Los Angeles, to Santa Cruz. In stretches of desert, bites of food, and snippets of conversations.

I swear I heard you whistle when the door opened the other day, and sometimes when I go for a walk, I'm holding your hand like our daily walks every summer. My rings are all silver and I only have two bracelets, but I wear rings on almost every finger, just like you, and when I move just right I swear I hear your bracelets clinking together instead.

Susan gone so I picked up pizza from Parkway and cracked open a big red to match this chilly and blustery evening (crossing my fingers that snow comes tomorrow evening).

Threw Miles Ahead on the turntable for full effect.

Susan left for the Carolinas today to spend time with some colleagues to celebrate the opening of a new retreat center outside of Asheville.

So I headed over to Spoon and Stable to sit at the bar, read the NYer, and have a light dinner. These lamb meatballs over couscous were fantastic. And that red wine was one that I don't ever remember having. It is a bit lighter like a Pinot Noir but has more fruit to it. Sort of a dried herb and mineral thing after the fruit. And nice acidity for food. Lovely wine that I'm glad I now know about.