I picked up these lovely chanterelles at my farmers market today; luckily they are pretty clean already. When there is more dirt involved I have no problem running them under water, but I know for some this is blasphemy.

 Monday was such a bummer. It was a full-on, stereotypical Seattle day: soul-crushing gray skies and constant drizzle. I couldn't even think about white wine, rosé, or even (gasp!) bubbles. I decided I was going to bring home a wine black as my mood. Alma Negra?

 I was at my local farmers market and bumped into a friend who informed me that there is going to be a bbq at The Compound tonight.

During the 2010 International Food Blogger Conference Amy Sherman of Cooking with Amy displayed a slide in her presentation on "The Art of Recipe Writing," where she declared to food bloggers: "DO NO

 I get so bored with the wines I am normally presented with at work. Napa Cab? Yawn. Another mediocre, overpriced Washington wine with a dreadful label? I shudder. Frankly, I'm jaded.