On the weekend following Thanksgiving, a condition we might refer to as Leftovers Fatigue typically sets in. The siren song of starches and turkey sandwiches suddenly grates the ears. The idea of pecan … Read More »
My old grandfather made and enjoyed wine for eighty years. He told me the soils in which the vines lived were a layer cake. He said the wine if properly made, was like a delcious cake layered with fruit, mocha and chocolate, hints of spice and rich, always rich. “Never pass up a good layer cake,” he would say.