Pinot Noir

Just maybe I'm not a bad cook. Not bad at all. Yesterday was a manicotti/ cannelloni type day. Hear me out. I had Food Shed Idaho pasta, the best. On hand was a smorgasbord of ingredients I needed to creatively utilize or dispose of properly within a few days. I chose to creatively utilize the pantry and fridge.

Anything marinara based, to me, is always better the second day. This was divine the first day. Beef from a local producer — nice lady — spinach, mozzarella, marinara with a punch of extra Italian everything, ricotta, parmesan, a little bit of this, little bit of that and BAM!

Today is my Monday. Mondays are blah even with a positive mindset. So, when I arrived home, having fed Maggie Rose her own little gourmet meal, I warmed up a nice slice of yum and goodness. And I opened a bottle of what I now believe to be my favorite wine, MY wine, Pinot Noir from Willamette Valley. Not a big wine drinker, one glass suffices, tonight I went for glass two. It's that-good-wine.

(Did I ever tell you who turned me on to my first 'good' red wine? A professor many of you would know. Argentinian Malbec. Nice man. Even better wine.)

On another note. When I arrived home tonight there was a note tucked in my door from property management. Dun, dun, duuun... Appraisers will be out here on Monday. It's never good when appraisers are appraising in Jackson. Something is always for sale. Maggie and I have survived several appraisers. We've been fortunate. I don't know what the future holds. We've been blessed beyond measure. When it's our time to move on, on we will move.

Say a prayer if you are the praying sort.

I love all y'all,

D