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Wednesday, July 20, 2011

My daily piece of chocolate



I knew a girl in college who found something special every day. Margaret didn’t stumble upon 4-leafed clovers, or diamond rings inadvertently dropped in the grass, or anything like that. Her special things weren’t particularly serendipitous. She made them. And I don’t mean arts-and-crafts, either.

She had a personal goal to do something, taste something, see something, each and every day, to make that day special. I don’t actually remember too many of her tricks (once she hiked over to the registrar’s office and demanded to see her “permanent file”) but the memory of her intent – her grand plan to make the world a special place – has always made me smile. I think it’s a wonderful way to approach life.

This, then, is my tribute to her special world: my daily piece of chocolate.

I started this little ritual about a year ago, when a friend sent a small box of Godiva chocolates to my office as a thank you for writing a letter of recommendation for his application to medical school. Unnecessary, but very sweet, I thought. Then I tucked the box into a drawer and tried to forget about it. Why, you ask? Why would anyone try to forget about Godiva chocolates? I dunno, I was probably trying to diet or some such craziness.

But I was not able to forget about it. Every morning as I unlocked the door to my office, my eyes darted to that little credenza across from my desk where I had stashed the goods. Every morning, I would quickly zip past the credenza and settle myself behind my desk. From here, I could not reach the chocolates. I could see their hiding place, of course, which became a special kind of torment, but I couldn’t reach them. In order to touch the chocolate, I would have to stand up, climb around my u-shaped desk, scramble over a pile of papers stacked on the floor, move some boxes off the chair next to the credenza that blocked the drawer, open the drawer, rearrange the files burying the pretty gold box, then pry off the ribbon keeping said box tightly sealed. (My office, as you might have guessed, is not conducive to quick moves.) Waaay too much trouble for a little piece of chocolate. That was my hope.

But then, I reconsidered. What was I trying to avoid, besides big(ger) hips? Gluttony? Decadence? Self-indulgence? What?

Burying that chocolate was symptomatic of a misguided approach to life. I was trying to eliminate indulgences that could make me soft and undisciplined. No playing when there is work to be done. No resting without a work-out first. No relaxing in the sun when there is a garden to be weeded. No dessert before the vegetables. I was trying to impose a kind of nose-to-the-grindstone, no-nonsense work ethic that would make me more productive, thinner, richer, prettier, stronger.

The problem was, I couldn’t stop thinking about that chocolate. Finally, after fighting the impulse for several weeks, I caved. I climbed across the mountain of barricades between me and Godiva, dug the box out of the drawer, reverently lifted the lid, and delicately selected a single confection. Then I reburied the box, made my way back to my desk, settled into the chair, closed my eyes, and ate the sweet dark caramely chocolate beauty.

It was a very good decision. It made my day special. And it reminded me of Margaret and her quest to make every day a special day. There’s not much nutritiously good or useful about chocolate, but civilizations have gone to war over it because it is so delicious. Not good for you, but good. Chocolate makes people smile. It makes them sigh with pleasure. It makes them happy. And isn’t that good for you?

I hope you find a small piece of chocolate in your life everyday.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Home for the holidays


Over the 4th of July holiday, we squeezed in a few of our favorite summer activities.
Wine tasting is one of them.


So is boating.
So is dancing.


Just like Michael Jackson.  Only better.

                                        
What is it about coming home that makes the kids think they’re rock stars? Long live Wii.

But back to wine tasting. We did a quick swing around Red Mountain, stopping off at a handful of the outstanding wineries there, including Kiona Vineyards.

Owner John Williams pioneered the area more than 30 years ago when he and his partner Jim Holmes, who now owns the famed Ciel du Cheval Vineyard across the road from Kiona, planted the first vines on what was a desolate, grass-covered mountain, before there was a road or even electricity there.

A lot has happened since then. Red Mountain is dotted with a growing collection of outstanding producers. The Williams family, including son and winemaker Scott Williams, now tend around 300 acres of grapes. They bottle some delicious Chardonnays, tasty Merlots and big, robust Cabernets, a wine that grows exceedingly well at their warm, sunny vineyard on the lower elevations of Red Mountain. They also bottle Syrah, Gewurtztraminer, Chenin Blanc and Reisling.

But don’t overlook the Lemberger. It’s a lighter, fruitier quaff than the big Cabernets or Merlots coming off Red Mountain, an easy-drinking wine often paired with patio food – grilled flatbreads, burgers, sausages, barbecue pork. Not a lot of wineries bottle Lemberger. Instead, they turn to softer blends of Cabernet, Merlot and often Syrah as their entry-level wine – the bottle priced to quickly move out the door. But when done well, Lemberger has all the character and intrigue so often missing from “everyday” bottles.

And Kiona’s Lemberger is notable. The Williams first planted it, according to John, to catch the eye of wine writers with something a little different. Not a bad plan.  It’s also caught the eye of quite a few wine judges  over the years.                                                                                                                                                                             What better place to sample it than from the patio at the Kiona tasting room, with sweeping views of the vineyards rolling across the slopes of Red Mountain. It’s a rock star.