When in Rome....er...I mean, Texas...
You have to try the wine. We have a local winery and every single wine I have tasted from there, is A-OK.
I gave a bottle of "Rosie the Riveter" to my sister in law, who actually likes wine and is a bit picky, and she loved it.
I am no wine connoisseur....um...expert..but I have to say, I haven't met one of these wines that I don't like. I can even talk the Senior Chief into helping me kill a bottle when the occasion calls for it. (And yes, I did have to look that up.)
The one I am drinking on this fine evening is called "X's" "She's a dead shot with a six shooter and as cold as the Frio River. Born here, raised here, she's 100% pure Texan right down to her bone,,, pistol grips. Sure she's sweet, but make no mistake this strawberry redhead has a hair trigger. Don't mess with X's!"
I do like a wine with attitude! Right up my alley. It is all applicable to my personality except for the born and raised part. I may not have been born and raised here, but I got here as fast as I could.
And boy howdy, she sure went with the barbecue pork chops I made for dinner tonight.
Made another mini road trip this morning. I had to meet the van that was my fledgling daughter's ride to Tulsa for another church camp. She has wanted to go to Tulsa for a while now, ever since she read some books.
It's just me and the youngest boy kid this week. Gotta find something for us to do that is fun so he stays out of trouble.