We’re one week away from the frost date, and a few weeks after the start of Spring. Which means that its still cold, but at least the sun is shining. It feels like the perfect weekend to start a garden (my plan for tomorrow), take a long walk outdoors, and enjoy a glass of rosé. I picked up this bottle at Cline Cellars in Sonoma and damn is it good. It’s made with Mourvèdre grapes which are rare in California, but more widely used in French Rhone blends. Cline’s rosé perfectly rides the line between sweet and dry and reminds me of the bright red cherries you see on vintage 50s fabric and putting on pink shimery lip gloss as a child dressed in my mother’s silk slips and designer heels. So sorry that I’m not sure what is on the pallet and what is on the finish or if there are any
lingering tobacco or chocolate notes. That is not how I experience or describe wine.
Oooo, I’ll have to buy a cherry studded retro bathing suit from Esther Williams, get alittle Bonne Bell lip gloss for good time sake, sit on a beach recliner, and drink a glass once the air temperature matches the sun’s glare. But for today, the chill in the air makes me crave some polenta and kale from the garden while the hint of spring draws me to include bright yellow kale flowers. And as a nod to my people and our traditions, some eggs as a reminder that it is Pesach.




