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Epic Sangria fail.

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With warm weather approaching a lot of local bars have started serving white wine sangria and I’m making it my mission in life to try them all.

A girl has to have goals.

Not being a huge fan of the heavier red versions, I looked forward to this one…

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Kiwi, pear and apple? Yes please.

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I should have known something was off when it was served with an orange, and true to form this was the most horrible concoction I’d had in ages.

Do not put Vanilla vodka in Sangria. Ever.

Blech!

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That’s the ruination of perfectly good fruit.

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Pandemic humor… the wine edition.

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Because we could all do with a little more wine right about now.

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Testing.

It’s so important.

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To be honest, I currently have 18 rolls of toilet paper in my closet.

My ancestors might have used the Sears catalog in the outhouse but I don’t want to. Especially since it’s online these days.

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A mask no one will refuse to wear!

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It’s all about safety.

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I miss hopping from winery to winery for tastings, but this could work.

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I feel better now.

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Our pilgrimage to the Tamworth Distillery was a success.

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And yours truly has laid in an ample supply of her favorite plum gin. (Ample as long as my husband has learned his lesson and stops offering it to every Tom, Dick and Harriet who cross the man cave threshold that is. )

I picked up another treat while we there…

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Because if you’ve never had a crusty wheat loaf made with the booze soaked grains from a distillery? You don’t know what you’re missing!

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The husband wanted a few bottles of this heavily raspberried red wine from the little winery in the woods we visited, so I’m adding another glass to the collection as well.

And because it’s always a good idea to keep your local bartender happy?

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I purchased this ( oh, so tiny but ridiculously expensive ) bottle of special small batch rye as his Christmas gift.

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I should probably give him my copy of Stiff as well.

The themes seem quite similar.

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Whipple what…?

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Upon leaving the distillery, I spotted a sign.

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And seeing that we had nowhere pressing to be, we headed for the woods.

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Or rather a house in the woods, up a steep driveway, to what looked like a converted garage.

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The fact that it was filled with antique radios…

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And vintage wooden snowshoe molds made my other half feel right at home.

We were warmly greeted, offered a plush seat at the bar and handed a sampling menu.

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For a small batch home spun winery, they had a large list and we each chose 5.

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Since vineyard grapes don’t grow in Maine (too cold dontcha know) the wines were heavily fruited alternatively. Apples, cranberries, pears, blueberries… even a coconut lime that I had to try even though I knew it would be awful.

No surprise – it was.

There were one or two that were tasty, but I have a hard time taking a winery seriously when they offer PB&J. 🤢

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And oh… if you were wondering how the place got its name, or what in the actual Hell a whipple is?

Here’s a hint: they made a lamp out of one and now my husband wants to make his own for over the new pool table.

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“Whippletrees are used in tension to distribute forces from a point load to the traces of draught animals(the traces are the chains or straps on each side of the harness, on which the animal pulls). For these, the whippletree consists of a loose horizontal bar between the draught animal and its load. The centre of the bar is connected to the load, and the traces attach to its ends. Whippletrees are used especially when pulling a dragged load such as a plough, harrow, log or canal boat or for pulling a vehicle (by the leaders in a team with more than one row of animals).”

And yes… of course my husband owns three of them, even though he’s never had a horse, ox or donkey.

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This has gotten out of hand.

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Climate change. One of the most important issues of our time.

Waters are warming, ice caps are shrinking, forests are burning. Hurricanes are more frequent, icebergs are melting, deserts are expanding. The precious ozone layer is being destroyed and temperatures are rising.

We know it, and yet most of us don’t care.

Well now hear this:

It’s beginning to affect the wine. …

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And shit just got real.

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Oh! The horror….

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A little of this and a whole lotta nothing.

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The husband and I reluctantly stopped at a tourist-centric restaurant last week which is something we try hard to avoid. Why do we dislike the tourist places? The seafood is usually sub par, ( it was ) the decor is usually tacky ( plastic lobsters, fake fishing nets) and the menu usually contains pictures they think tourists want to see.

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This is the world’s largest lobster roll, it sells for $100 and if you finish the whole thing by yourself? You’re made a member of the clean plate club. But that picture? Just… no.

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Required photo of Lord Dudley Mountcatten watching a flock of starlings.

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Finally…. An advent calendar I can get behind. Or under as the case may be.

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It poured the other night and as you can see…. the husband’s latest roof repair did not hold up. And if that wasn’t bad enough, my latest patch job turned out to be perfect for funneling water down the wall and creating liquid filled bubbles. This has been going on so long I’m tempted to just wrap the house in plastic and call it good.

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I’ve been known to have an epiphany or two while drinking, but wine that tastes God? That’s a whole other ball of wax.

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Color me surprised. I had absolutely no idea.

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Random drivel

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We enjoy our nightly skunk visitors, occasional air pollution aside. They’re comical to watch but their presence often involves residual piles of poo. That normally isn’t an issue, but this morning’s deposit has definitely crossed the line.

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What up skunk!

Three acres of grass, fields and woods and you have to void your bowels on our kitchen landing?

Not cool skunk, most assuredly not cool.

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Well that’s a unique wine review.

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And apparently not well received.

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Have you ever wondered what your cat is really thinking? Judging from this picture of Lord Dudley Mountcatten, I’ve done something unforgivable.

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Damn it, now I can’t either.

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