Monday, April 10, 2006
215 Years of Sweet Maple Serenity
What is a senior to do when graduation is looming in the distance and the pressures of the real world are building up all around her? Throw caution to the wind, grab a few friends and head to Vermont, of course!
On Sunday afternoon the girls and I packed up the van and headed to Northriver Winery for a tasting and tour. After all, what is better than drinking thimbleful after thimbleful of fruit wine served by earthy Vermonters?
Answer: purchasing cases of fruit wine from aforementioned Vermonters.
The wine was indeed delicious, especially the Vermont Harvest, which I'm told is akin to a sweet sherry. Apples, cinnamon and maple syrup making friends with white wine? Yes, please. The girls and I are planning to mull on Friday for cocktail hour. And then bathe in it. And have it read us a story. And tuck us into bed. Austin can be seen above scheming ways to smuggle out an entire vat of the stuff. The van is quite spacious, you know.
A splendid time was had by all, as is evident by the blurry nature of the above photo. Our earthy wine guru leads a soft-focused kind of life.
The day ended with a visit to the Sprague Sugar House in Jacksonville. There's nothing quite like sipping Dixie cups of syrup while seeing the many maple offerings of Vermont being created before your eyes.
What is a senior to do when graduation is looming in the distance and the pressures of the real world are building up all around her? Throw caution to the wind, grab a few friends and head to Vermont, of course!
On Sunday afternoon the girls and I packed up the van and headed to Northriver Winery for a tasting and tour. After all, what is better than drinking thimbleful after thimbleful of fruit wine served by earthy Vermonters?
Answer: purchasing cases of fruit wine from aforementioned Vermonters.
The wine was indeed delicious, especially the Vermont Harvest, which I'm told is akin to a sweet sherry. Apples, cinnamon and maple syrup making friends with white wine? Yes, please. The girls and I are planning to mull on Friday for cocktail hour. And then bathe in it. And have it read us a story. And tuck us into bed. Austin can be seen above scheming ways to smuggle out an entire vat of the stuff. The van is quite spacious, you know.
A splendid time was had by all, as is evident by the blurry nature of the above photo. Our earthy wine guru leads a soft-focused kind of life.
The day ended with a visit to the Sprague Sugar House in Jacksonville. There's nothing quite like sipping Dixie cups of syrup while seeing the many maple offerings of Vermont being created before your eyes.
