My fro got the TSA pat down

So I decided to go curly today as the hotel blow dryer was tiny and didn't look like it could handle my curls. I pulled the curls back into a Debbie Allen practice do and got flagged at security. They had to pat down my fro as the body scanner noted it as a place for potential threat. The real threat is to my brush later today...

What is it about the final 20 minutes of a flight???

What is it about the final 20 minutes of a flight that makes your neighbor feel like its time to connect? No matter how long I keep on my noise canceling headphones or how short I make my answers... I still get the inevitable "Are you heading home? What do you do? I know some one from Memphis...". Is it just me?

Stop in Sonoma

It ain't over until the fat lady sings or I get one last glass of bubbly. On the scenic ride back to San Fran we decided to stop at Gloria Ferrar just to say we stopped (and drank) in Sonoma. Imagine this from a non- red wine drinker...Their estate Pinot Noir proved to be better than the bubbly! We bagged to bottles, popped a few for a tasting and headed to San Fran for our final leg of the excursion!

Rose - The White Zin of 2010 and beyond

I found myself asking... What exactly is Rose and what makes it different from the White Zin my Mom used to drink at the Embassy Suites in the 90s? You heard it here first people its almost the exact same thing just a change in the grape and blend. So fellas as you think you're being classy and popping a bottle of Rosé trying to impress the ladies... Gayle and I are on the sidelines educating the masses that you're not "keeping it classy".

Bitchin Blend

We bottled our own wine this morning at Judd's Hill. What an awesome experience! It was a blending camp where we came up with "ACE's bitchin blend". ACE = Adam, Candace and Elaina in case the abbreviation was going to keep you up at night wondering. It was 40% merlot 30% cab franc and 30% we're not telling....

Bros and Bubbly

We ended the day at Chandon and were surprised by the diversity of a large winery. Translation thugs ordering Rose and guys with champagne flutes = sensory overload. Pass the bubbly...

You can't take the South out of the girl...

No matter where we go we run into someone who knows someone from Memphis. At our last stop, Peju our wine educator" had friends in Memphis. Six degrees of desperation to the pork capital. You read that right...

To make it even better we topped off the evening at " The pear" a local southern cuisine restaurant. The Gumbo was ah-mazing!!! We sat at the bar overlooking the kitchen which always makes me feel like A sub-par woman. I don't cook but I make up for it in fun :)