Woody’s Whine
So a Blaze Designer Decides to Make a Meatloaf
I made a meatloaf the other day from what might be called an old fashioned recipe that I found to be credited to the late fashion designer, Bill Blass. I have no idea where he got the recipe or why his name is attached. My…
Three Fresh and One Frozen
Writing from the edge of the Russian River in Sonoma County When McDonald’s rolled out its fresh beef quarter pounder I resisted the urge to rush right out to try one as I was waiting for a better reason and here it is – this…
Of Cheese, Bubbles and Foothills
I’m in a huge hall at the Sonoma fair grounds filled with specialty cheeses as part of the California Artisan Cheese Festival and I whom do I find, well it’s Janet Fletcher, the author of several cheese matching and cheese cookbooks, and the winner of…
A Light Whine of Pulled Pork, Total Wine and Costco Brie
A couple of Sundays ago we were running along a Sonoma wine trail barrel tasting event (imagine that) in Kenwood and Glen Ellen (yes those are places not just bottle labels) and stopped in to visit with the folks at Sunce Winery. As we sampled…
Wine, Woman But No Song (You could hum if you want)
Writing from the edge of the Russian River in Sonoma County It was my good fortune to have recently discussed the world of food and wine with two women totally involved in the process and I was also impressed by the words of another woman…
“Oh lord, stuck in Lodi again” Yes!!!
Writing from the edge of the Russian River in Sonoma The plaintive lament from Credence’s “Lodi” song of 1969 dealt with the failure of traveling musicians having to stay in what was and still is a flat and dusty town that was primarily irrigated dirt…
Smoke Gets in Your Eyes
Writing from the burnt edge of the Russian River in Sonoma By the time you see this Whine the fires will be old news, hopefully long out, we are safe and life is ongoing but the loss of the homes, business and life will change…
Honey, Dinner’s Cold!
Writing from the edge of the Russian River in Sonoma Well it’s begun, that email, that phone call, “…so we’re going to be in wine country…..”, yes, it’s visitors. We had three couples come calling within ten days of each other recently and we had…
So Many Vines, So Little Time
Writing from the edge of the Russian River in Sonoma It only feels like a couple of weeks but as I write this it’s been six months exactly since Peg and I left Galewood (12/12) and drove across country in two cars with a cat…
Even One for Uncle Joe
My column is usually calendar challenged – as I am trying to present food and wine thoughts far in advance of when you will actually see them, making the relevance often more than a bit difficult, but the moon and stars have aligned. You…