I think I may have turned into a bit of a wine snob after my trip through Napa this summer, as I wasn't particularly impressed with any of the ones I tasted today. Mom's big on the sweet wines, and one of the raspberry ones tasted like Nyquil. Which is what I told the classy woman that was pouring the wines. Into the plastic cups.
It was nice taking a ride and spending the day with Mom. We used to take all kinds of summer roadtrips together: Delaware, Maine, Maryland. One time we drove all the way to Cincinnati so I could take a college audition. These days, we usually just do day-trips. We talked a lot and it was great to catch up on stuff.
We stopped for lunch at this incredibly huge diner which makes these amazing cheese and cinnamon breads...
So. Damn. Good.
In other news, I managed a decent 5-mile run yesterday. I hate that I currently consider 5 miles a "long run." It seems like the double digit days were so long ago, and it hasn't even been a year since the Marine Corps Marathon. Amazing how quickly one can lose distance fitness. Ah well. We build slowly, right?
And tomorrow is my last official day of summer vacay. I think I shall stare at the clock, mourning each passing second. Sigh.
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Oh my gosh Mastoris...I haven't been there in years but was just describing their cinnamon bread to a friend the other day- so jealous!
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