Wednesday, November 24, 2010

So here we are, the season where holidays are stacked up on each other. (On top of that, I've had two snow days from work...whoohoo!!) It's a time where families get together and have fun (or too much togetherness), talk about growing up, tradition and all that other stuff. Unless your like us. We are transplants into the Pacific Northwest and our families are scattered across the states--Kansas, Virginia, Illinois, Las Vegas...). We'd travel, but quite honestly, the airports suck at the holidays (and I'm really in no hurry to have some TSA's hands groping me or submitting myself to low level radiation scans--I'm already unhealthy enough as it is, thanks though for the offer) and we have too many pets and no one to watch them while we're gone anyway.

I have to say, it's kinda nice with it just being "us", especially when I hear others talk about all the family drama that seems to go on during the holidays. No Unlce Joe getting drunk and ruining dinner. No cat fights between aunts. No arguing over who made better sweet potatoes or who burned the turkey. But, mind you, we still will have drama....just a different sort:

Me: "I don't see the point in making a whole turkey when no one eats it."
Hubby: "It's Thanksgiving, you have to eat turkey! I can't help it if no one in this family eats leftovers."
Me: "We don't like turkey to begin with. Why would we want leftovers."
Hubby: "Because it's Thanksgiving. You have to eat leftovers."

Yes, my husband's answer to everything is "Because it's Thanksgiving, you HAVE to {insert topic of choice} . Needless to say, he always wins. This year, it's a whole turkey deep fried. Fortunately, he's doing it at work so there's no clean up involved on my part...whoopee!

Here's another family drama:

16 yr old son: "Are there any dinner rolls left?"
Me: "You at 12 of them at dinner. Your sister, dad and I each had two. There's none left"
16 yr old son : But it's Thanksgiving. You're supposed to have leftover dinner rolls!"

Do you see the family resemblance here? By the way, my son is 6'3" and weighs 120 lbs. He has a metabolism similar to the speed of light. He eats 12 dinner rolls and loses two pounds. I eat 12 dinner rolls and it goes straight to my ass.

Other frequent Thanksgiving holiday scenarios in my my holiday life:

The 19 year old daughter will whine incessantly about being soooooo bored because none of her friends are available to entertain her. Her father will inevitably make a suggestion that maybe she should entertain herself by working on her college application and she'll stomp off in a fit. At this point, she will entertain herself by picking on her brother. And that never ends well.

One of the dogs (probably the PITA dog) will get a hold of something and either yack it back up or stink up the room to the point of immediate human evacuation from the vicinity of dog(s). I'm sure there will be a cat fight somewhere in the house and fur will fly.

Oh, and by the way, this year my dishwasher is broken so all dishes will have to be done by hand. By me, most likely. (okay, that was my moment of whining).

After dinner, well argue over how many Christmas decorations to put up and where to put the five dozen Santa statues my husband has collected over the years.

So, overall, pretty benign sort of drama than others who have large families. Maybe I miss it a little, then again, probably not. After all, Christmas is only a few weeks away and we'll have more drama again just so I don't miss it too much.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Wine and Writing...

Although Whine and Writing could work as well, but isn't nearly as fun.....

A little bit ago...like January....Sharron suggested that to break through my chronic writer's block I drink wine while writing. Okay, so it's taken me this long and a trip to Las Vegas where I discovered Nora's Wine bar to decide to try this strategy, but at least I'm going to give it a whirl.

It's a tough job, but someone has to do it.

So, to work out the things in my head, I'm going to blog about which wines I have and tell you about them so you might decide to give them a try as well. I'll start from the beginning.

While down in Vegas, my nephew took me to Nora's Wine Bar which isn't on the strip and since I don't know Vegas you're going to have to Google Map it to get there if you feel so inclined. My first discovery was the term "flight". This apparently is a term for the amount poured for tasting a wine. Whatever. I stared at the menu as though it were written in Klingon, recognizing very few terms and even fewer winery names. My nephew tried his best to educate this old dog on the new subject of vino, however my method of choosing which flights I wanted was reduced to closing my eyes and pointing.

This got me the Mediterranean Red category and out of the three one appealed to me far more than the others. Fortunately they had little tags on the glass stems because I never would've remembered what the wine was. Regaleali Nero D'Avola from the Tasca D'Almerita winery in Italy was the turning point for me on red wine. I've never liked red wine but this made me change my mind. I'd like to impress you with all that fancy wine talk....all those intricate flavors, but my palate is far too novice to distinguish. According to some online wine store, the tasting is described as: "Bright ruby red color, this wine offers a rich bouquet of cherry, mulberry, and raspberry. On the palate, it is complex and supple, with ripe berries framed by juicy tannins."

Well, say it how you want, it was damned good wine!

As a result of this testing, I made my first trip up to a local wine bar/store just up the road from me. I showed the owner my little note and he informed me that it was only $13 a bottle. Awesome. I'll take three.

So starting tonight, while trying to bitch slap my inner critic into submission and hopefully unconsciousness, I'm going to blog about the wines I'm drinking.

Tonight's wine is Cupcake Winery's Red Velvet. According to the label, "this wine shows a heady nose of chocolate, deep rich blackberries, red fruits and creamy mocha finish that is unmistakable in it's intensity and length."

You had me at chocolate.

I think the label was right and it would go well with a spicy beef dish or a bbq bacon cheeseburger, but we're having it with pork chops, onions and apples tonight.....so call me wine ignorant. Not overly sweet and, although I'd never pick it out on my own, knowing it's there, I do taste chocolate and berries. Overall, a good wine, I'd definately buy it again.

Chocolate and wine, be still my heart. Take that you bitch critic. Now move so the muse can take over.