Another Fictionalized History

The wife and kid went to the Erie Zoo yesterday and took the cam, so this weeks' post is composed sans visual excitement or excrement.
Now bear in mind my short-term memory went out the window, like, ten hyears ago, so some of the events of last night may be fuzzy. I'll sum things up in maybe six or seven completely incongruous yet highly emotive and descriptive sentence-style phrases.

Firstly, Chefkid can rock it with those little breakfast sandwich thingys. Although things triangular in shape can be perplexing, it's the perfect shape for wine drinking...

Secondly, one should consider the loveliness of well-made white Rhone wines. T-Bud scored again with the tastiest little white blend (Viognier, Marsanne, Rousanne, Clairette) from Domaine Remejeanne. Silly new-worlders only wish they could make this rich and full style of wine while still packing it all up in a crisp and ultra-clean way. I like to put wines like this dandy from Remejeanne in the 'winter whites' category. This proves deftly that body, texture, and purity can be attained from the grapes and grapes alone. A winemaker's heavy hand and lots of charred wood do not a rich wine make...

Thirdishly, I never would have guessed, but the wines of Echelon are actually steady and good values. While still not my preferred style or region to drink from, these wines have impressed me with their balance and better-than-average texture and depth. LoLo rocks.

Fourthly, where is Corky...?

Fifth, if you ever wanted to fly to Northern Canada and stay on an island and fish for a week, Chefguy RJ can arrange that. Just remeber to bring plenty of booze, yer fishing gear, and Deliverance on DVD, of course.

Sixthish, congratulations to Dave Z and his fiance for the impending nuptials. He proposed while in Aruba and got her a huge chunk of rock to weigh down her hand. Soon they'll be
Ma...
Marr..
M..
...Moving in together...

Seventh and foremost...
There is no seventh. Go home. Post your own picture to this site. Give me a crappy comment. Tell me you love me, tell me you hate me, tell me you love to hate me.
Next week, if nobody else will post some cool pics or reviews, I'm going to start writing totally fictionalized histories of this very group.