I like a wine with a name that can make you do a double take – or a giggle. And I do have fun with wines that have somewhat naughty names. Ménage à Trois is one of them. In fact, the first time I tried it (You can read about it by clicking here) I…
During the summer of 2014, The Winey Family took a trip to Italy. We were celebrating the graduations of both Winey Children – one from college, one from high school. We’d always wanted to go to Italy, so we took off for an amazing 11 days in Rome, Florence, Cinque Terre and Venice. It ranks…
The Winey Son turned 20 yesterday. There was no Thomas The Tank Engine wrapping paper. No Harry Potter gift bags. No Cleveland Indians paper plates. No throng of hungry boys in our backyard. Nope, my 20 year old spent his day on the training fields of West Point, learning to be a soldier and a leader. (And…
The Winey Son turned 20 yesterday. There was no Thomas The Tank Engine wrapping paper. No Harry Potter gift bags. No Cleveland Indians paper plates. No throng of hungry boys in our backyard. Nope, my 20 year old spent his day on the training fields of West Point, learning to be a soldier and a leader. (And…
The Winey Son turned 20 yesterday. There was no Thomas The Tank Engine wrapping paper. No Harry Potter gift bags. No Cleveland Indians paper plates. No throng of hungry boys in our backyard. Nope, my 20 year old spent his day on the training fields of West Point, learning to be a soldier and a leader. (And…
I could also title this review: How I Got Punked By My Mother. So go ahead and take your pick, but either way, I, an intelligent thirty-eighteen year old woman, pretty much got snookered when I tried to serve The Crusher Rosé of Pinot Noir to my mom. As you may or may not know from…
I could also title this review: How I Got Punked By My Mother. So go ahead and take your pick, but either way, I, an intelligent thirty-eighteen year old woman, pretty much got snookered when I tried to serve The Crusher Rosé of Pinot Noir to my mom. As you may or may not know from…
I could also title this review: How I Got Punked By My Mother. So go ahead and take your pick, but either way, I, an intelligent thirty-eighteen year old woman, pretty much got snookered when I tried to serve The Crusher Rosé of Pinot Noir to my mom. As you may or may not know from…
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