|It's Not The Years, It's the Miles.|
(Full disclosure: Debbie is one of my oldest friends, but you still have to trust me on this. We go way back; she beat me out for the good roles in the school musicals. I should hate her, or be sickly envious of her talent, but I can't help it. Girlfriend has a damn sexy voice.)
So...good weather and good music. Now onto the wine.
|Taken close-up so you can't tell I started drinking.|
Really. I bought the bottle with the expectation of writing a snarky little passage about the screw-cap that's been embraced by New Zealand and the name "Cupcake," which I found cutesy and obvious.
But you know what? I didn't care about any of that. The wine was so tasty, the music so fine, and the afternoon so lovely that I didn't care about being witty or sarcastic. I didn't even care that I was cooking. I was just enjoying myself.
I encourage you to take the Cupcake-and-Debbie Davis Challenge, and see if it doesn't put you in a better frame of mind. No cooking required.