We may sound like a broken record by now, but this year we had no shortage of pickled, canned, preserved, and relished goods. Way more than usual. Am I becoming addicted to vinegar? I’ve really always hated the stuff - hideous smell…until recently. I’ve turned some savory, pickled corner in life, where everything (especially crunchy […]

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The rain here is different than the rain I grew up with in Arkansas. I never really considered that there were different kinds of rain and it reminds me of that poem about the stars of the southern hemisphere being so foreign. Ah…not that I’m some regretful imperialist here in wine country. Perhaps I’m just […]

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