The Pinot of Our Fathers It was a mysterious enigma. It could be aloof or sublime, sexy or austere. Read More→
The Little Things… It lurks underground. It can be abused or nurtured but it is mostly ignored. Read More→
The Blackbird in the Vineyard… Le Merle, the blackbird, came to me in a dream last night. It said, “If you get out of my way, I will grow into something beautiful.” Read More→
The Vandals and the Vineyard! The sheriff looked at the totaled tractor with a bit of bemusement. “Those boys must have gone on a wild ride!” he said with a good ole’ boy laugh. Read More→
A Rosé By Any Other Name… It was yummy and exactly what we intended but we couldn’t call it a rosé or a blush for that matter. Read More→
The Underdog Grape… I had never before been in Napa when I crossed the Golden Gate bridge and piloted the “Disco Peugeot” around the bay and into wine country. Read More→
International Blanc… The west was once the melting pot of great cuisine. Now, all cultures seem to be mining each other’s culinary traditions for inspiration. Read More→
Preconception Fiction… Maria and I had the good fortune to travel to Vietnam with the Pham family – the founders of Red Boat Fish Sauce. Read More→
The Unexpected Guest… My father used to jokingly say that good wine makes good company better and bad company tolerable. Read More→
Home is Where the Pinot is… Once upon a time, Napa Valley was Napa Valley. There were no Stags Leap District or Carneros AVAs. Read More→