Very good. Just as we remember. Smooth going down. Yummy. Will go well with our leftovers. 🙂
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We’re not wine experts by any stretch, however extreme, of the designation. We purchased a bottle of the 2005 Merlot today and had some for dinner (with grilled London Broil, marinade from “Doin’ the Charleston” Merlot Steak Sauce, thai lemon grass and ginger rice accompanied by French Bread a ‘la Ingles of Waynesville….don’t we sound fancy! Fear not, it’s just the sound. ). Very strong. Pretty good. Wine experts (see above) that we are, I think we remember the Biltmore Merlot a bit more fondly now.
Rockhouse Vineyards – Wines of North Carolina.
Went here for lunch today. Pretty good food, very fun setting with Molly. We sat over the water (restaurant is on a landing, so the description is accurate!) and they have covered vents you can open. Why? Our waiter brought us left-over bread, specifying it was for the birds.
Open the vent, drop the bread, watch the birds go nuts, watch Molly’s eyes bounce around! Very fun.
Orange juice. Molly. Computer. Let your imagination run wild.
Molly was sitting in my lap this morning while I was reading the news with my customary short-glass of OJ. Recently, she’s been working on trying to crawl without crawling. This entails propping her feet together, leaning forward, walking forward with her hands until one of her feet pop out to the side, and then either grabbing her toy or retreating back to sitting.
Back to this morning. Sitting in my lap. Reading news. She’s fidgeting. I’m sleepy. Evidently, retreat. My leg is cold and wet. She’s looking up at me. OJ’s sloshing across my desk and her keyboard. She’s splashing. Carpet’s turning yellow. I need a hero.
Wifey/Mommy (Wommy? Mifey?) arrives and laughs. Molly and I both look up. We both have the same confused look on our face, I’m sure. We’re just stuck. We’re both wet with cold OJ. She’s smart enough not to wiggle at this point. Mommy cleans up while the Pumpkin and I just look at each other. Then we both have to change our clothes. No crying, not even from Molly. Alas I also didn’t get as many smiles as usual for the rest of the morning.