There's nothing like the first day back at school or work following a blissful holiday to lower a person to new depths of misery and ennui. Mr. F and I returned from two lovely weeks away, in Toronto and California, and I find myself already burdened by the monotony of everyday life. It's no surprise really: our week in California (in the Napa and Sonoma Valleys to be precise) was always destined to be a huge blow-out where caution and moderation were thrown to the wind, and where luxury and gourmandism were embraced. Each day involved a trip or two to a winery, copious tastings, and in the evening, a wonderful meal which, despite this being body-conscious Cali, was seemingly served with the sole intention of convincing us that butter really is a delicious substance. Needless to say, we were well and truly persuaded by the end of our trip.
Wine-related highlights included:
- The Quivira Winery, where we drank cold, flinty Sauvignon Blanc with the stinky cheeses that we had bought the previous day at the Oxbow Market in Napa.