I remember thinking that once my two Winey Children were old enough to drive, life would get so much simpler. And for a while, it did. Winey Son drove himself to golf matches and baseball practice. There was still Winey Daughter to drive around. But there were advantages to it. You will never get a better chance to hear about what your children are doing than when you are playing chauffeur to a carpool of 12 year old soccer players. Don't think of it as eavesdropping, think of it as keeping up with current events.
But then Winey Son went away to college, and eventually Winey Daughter entered her senior year in high school. And the SENIOR YEAR STORM hit our household. I must have forgotten about it: the unwritten rule that high school seniors will be so busy that they will suck you into their vortex of busyness, thereby denying the entire family any chance at all of 1) eating dinner together 2) eating dinner at a table, any table or 3) relaxing with a nice glass of wine after a long day.
|Senior Soccer Night (insert bittersweet tears here)|
Is it a wonder we joked about not seeing each other except to fight for shower time (which really translates to hot water time - I think our hot water heater is getting old, but that's another post)?
And then one night....it happened. We were all at home. It was a Saturday. It was raining. Without hesitation I ran to fridge and yanked out a bottle of Bixler Vineyards Union Island White. (2009, No ABV given, Lodi, CA). If ever an autumn evening called for a crisp white and a bunch of new magazines, this was it.
I have always said what a big fan I am of red blends, but will confess to finding most white blends a bit too sweet. This one proved me wrong. It was tasty! I may need to get busy and try some more white blends real soon. But I'm going to wait til after soccer season.