We have another great entry into this month’s challenge (#MWWC7) from Educated Palate.
You can check out her entry here:
Remember the deadline for this month’s challenge is Monday!
We have another great entry into this month’s challenge (#MWWC7) from My Custard Pie.
You can check out her entry here:
http://mycustardpie.com/2014/02/17/beaujolais-wine-tasting-devotion/
Remember the deadline for this month’s challenge is Monday!
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This is a series of challenges where wine bloggers write a post around a given theme and somehow relate it to wine. Voting is done and the winner gets to choose the next month’s theme. In addition to the individual sites, the posts can be viewed here – MWWCBlog.wordpress.com. It’s open to anyone, so let’s see whatchoo got!
I participated in this twice before. The first time was when the theme was “transportation” and I wrote about cycling through Niagara’s wine country. The second time, the theme was “Possession” and I ended up writing about Sarah McLachlan and had a video of a monkey picking his butt.
This time, I’m getting serious.
I have some really strong political opinions but you’ll very rarely hear me…
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As soon as I saw the new theme for the Monthly Wine Writing Competition #7, Devotion, my very first thought was “hmmmm, this will be hard, or more precisely, extremely hard”. The problem is that when I hear the word “devotion”, the immediate mental picture is of a giant cross at the very best, or no picture at all – but I can assure you it ain’t the picture of a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon.
Ever since the theme was announced I was struggling to find the connection of “devotion” to the wine world. I’m sure the examples of the true devotion are abundant in the wine world. May be even more than in many other trades, the success requires a lot of sweat, blood and sacrifice. Not been a wine historian, but rather only a very appreciative and dedicated consumer, I don’t have those stories of sweat and blood…
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Valentine’s Day.
And her husband was out of town.
Again.
They had only been together for four years, but he had managed to miss each Valentine’s Day. She was not sure why she was upset, but if once is an accident, twice is coincidence and three times is an enemy action, what is four times?
She got home early from work, changed, and quickly headed right back out. She was devoted to her husband, so once she left the neighborhood, she immediately felt guilty sneaking around on him: She was headed to her secret yearly rendezvous, one she would not, could not break this year.
She had…
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Of all the ridiculous things to be sentimental about . . . I get all slushy and mawkish about my potholders. Yes, potholders. I’ve had (and used!) the same potholders for over two decades.
I received them as a wedding gift (or maybe they were a shower gift?) in 1992. I haven’t the foggiest recollection who gave them to me. But one might say I’m devoted* to them.
Now that you think I’ve got a screw loose (screws fall out all the time, the world’s an imperfect place), let me introduce you to my potholders:
You don’t have to tell me they’re ugly. I know they’re ugly — ugly and awesome! They’re mauve and wedgewood blue — it’s like setting the DeLorean for 1992 every time I take a casserole out of the oven. And they’re still perfectly serviceable. But my daughter says they’re embarrassing. She’s begging me to get rid…
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