Weekend recapMonday, November 25, 2013
I have a habit of checking the weather forecast on my phone before getting out of bed every morning (and I don't like getting out of bed for less than 75 degrees, which makes winter really unpleasant), and at 7:00 a.m. the temperature was only 22°. Yuck.
Clay gets up a little earlier than me and I guess he also noticed it was below freezing outside because by the time I was in the shower, he had hot air pumping through the entire house. Now don't get me wrong, I love being warm and have made it a point to thank God for giving us a cozy, safe roof over our heads on multiple occasions, but I can't stand hot air in my face. It dries my skin, it puts static in my hair, I feel like I can't breathe, and it makes me cranky.
Tis' the season.
I have a rule about winter weather: If it's going to be below freezing, at least put a blanket of snow on the ground. If it's going to be this cold and not snow, what's the point?
Speaking of snow, the intricacy of individual snowflakes never ceases to amaze me. They are every bit as unique and beautiful as human beings, a concept I oftentimes neglect to appreciate while I'm begrudgingly dusting gobs of snow off of my windshield. (A snowflake on its own is an amazing product of nature, but a pile of snow is just a hassle.)
By the way, wine tasting is one of my very favorite hobbies. The only hobby I could possibly love more would be whiskey tasting and that's a Kentucky road trip we're planning on taking with Dan and Emily sometime next year.
I haven't been wine tasting at Oliver Winery in many moons, so I was excited to see a few new selections in their line-up. As I've mentioned before, a sweet, fruity wine girl I am not. Give me a velvety dry white or an oak-y red wine any day of the week and I am guaranteed to get sleepy, happy and extremely friendly.
The only sweet wine I can stomach for more than a half a glass is Oliver's Creekbend Sparkling Catawba. It's no secret that I'm a fan of the bubbly (Molly and I spent several minutes discussing the merits of a good champagne and I fancy myself somewhat of a connoisseur), and I highly endorse this sparkling wine. Not only is it pale pink and pretty, it's delicious and light. If you're from this area, I don't even have to tell you about it—you know. Only 300 cases have been produced this year, so it's as rare as it is tasty.
And as I mentioned to Clayton an uncomfortable number of times during the film, salt-n-pepper-haired Steve Carell totally does it for me.