Today's wine is another Texas white wine. I haven't been to Becker Vineyards yet, although I did visit their tasting room in Fredericksburg. I generally like Sauvignon Blancs and this one is...interesting.
The nose is very green--fresh cut grass with maybe a hint of floral and something creamy. It's a pale, pale gold. Very Sauvi-B-like. And the taste is more mineral than most. It's a very light, mild flavor. Maybe a little honey dew, maybe a little lime zest. I think it would make a nice brunch wine. I could see pairing it with raspberry tarts or quiche and salad or maybe shakshuka or chilaquiles. Or perhaps fish tacos or chips and guac.
It would be a good summer wine, or maybe an early autumn wine--I could see pairing it with butternut squash soup or ravioli, or something along those lines. Ooh, maybe some lobster ravioli?
Dinner was still going on, and on, and on in the banquet hall. Black truffle bruschetta had followed Dan’s oysters and had in turn been succeeded by a dish of lobster ravioli and fresh steamed asparagus in a creamy rosemary Alfredo sauce.
Dan glanced at his watch again, but the hands seemed hardly to have moved since the last six times he’d checked. It was still too soon to leave, still too early to go home. And probably a little too late to fake a sudden illness. But it was definitely time to take a break. He hadn’t had this much to drink in a while, and his tolerance for bullshit and hypocrisy was at a dangerously low level. Perhaps a strategic retreat to the men’s room was in order.
He splashed cold water on his face and wrists, in a vain attempt to cool down. But the sudden rush of heat that his memories had aroused in him resisted all his attempts to chill it. His body felt tight and uncomfortable, and the images that danced through his mind refused to settle down.
The smart thing to do would be to just stop thinking about it. To force himself to concentrate on something else. But where Lucy was concerned, he had never been terribly smart.
He left the men’s room and, passing a phone, he tried to call home. The phone rang and rang, and when the answering machine picked up, he hung up, disappointed. He hadn’t really wanted to leave a message. He’d only wanted to hear her voice.
And he didn’t want to return to the dinner. Not yet, anyway. He slipped out the side door of the restaurant—just going to check on the dog, he told himself—but really what he was after was the night’s cool darkness and relative quiet.
If he couldn’t be with his wife right now, if he couldn’t even hear her voice, he could at least indulge himself with a few more minutes alone, in the dark, with his thoughts and his memories…
A Taste of Honey
Oberon Book 4
Buy links: TasteOfHoney
For Lucy Greco Cavanaugh, life is a dream come true. She has it all. The perfect family. The perfect husband. The perfect marriage. What more could she wish for? Other than the chance to do it all again. To experience once more the agony and ecstasy of falling in love with the man of her dreams. To recapture the joy and uncertainty that comes with starting over.
As far as Dan Cavanaugh is concerned, his life has become a nightmare. His storybook marriage is on the line when Deirdre Shelton-Cooper, the runaway daughter of a former girlfriend arrives in Oberon intent on proving Dan is her father. Even though he's convinced the girl's claims are false, Dan decides his only chance to keep from losing everything lies in keeping her very existence a secret from his wife and family.
But, sometimes, what you don't know can hurt you—and those you love. When Deirdre, masquerading as a surfer girl named Monica, accidentally hooks up with their son, Seth, Lucy and Dan are left to wonder: has their perfect, fairy-tale romance, turned into a classic Greek tragedy?
Sometimes you get exactly what you wish for. And it's more than you'd ever dreamed.
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