Wednesday, December 24, 2008

“I’m Dreaming of a….”

Joyce Colson wrote this poem a few days ago about the severe weather we are having here in the Pacific Northwest and I thought it was very cute and appropriate. Oh' how we all pray for a "White Christmas" but now that we actually have one, 2 days of lost business and 2 broken pipes later we can't wait for the snow to melt and get back to normal.

“I’m Dreaming of a….”

Bing Crosby once had a dream,
And sang Merry Christmas to let us know,
Wishing we would have a jolly holiday
Full of wintry white and beautiful snow.

Where the treetops are frozen
And loaded frozen limbs fall,
And children listen to the frozen wind’s call.
Where the snowmobiles roar,
And people curse they cannot ignore
The tire chains anymore.
Where freezing rain falls,
Or maybe frozen sleet calls,
Or ice sheets spread wide their cheer.
We can deck the heated halls,
And pay for outrageous bills,
And slip and slide in parking lots
By the crowded snowy malls.
We’re dreaming of snowdrifts ten feet deep,
And slippery hills that are frozen steep,
While tow trucks even spin their wheels,
And the frozen poor come in for their meals.
The frozen news casters give their reports,
Of delayed, canceled, closed, closing and will close,
And children freeze from snowball and snow angel sports,
While the fireside dries out their frozen, soggy clothes.

Yes, “I’m dreaming of a White Christmas
With every Christmas card I write.
May your days be merry and bright,
But never, never your Christmases white.”

Friday, December 19, 2008

My Most Embarrassing Wine Moment

Every time I visit my daughter and grandchildren in Amarillo, Texas I am reminded of one of my not-so-finer moments in the world of wine.

A few years ago my daughter and her family moved from the cotton fields of Lubbock to the cattle ranches and feed lots of Amarillo. During my first visit I was introduced to Amarillo’s unique “pungent” bouquet when the wind blows out of the West. The first whiff and I knew I was in cattle country.

During that same visit I flew to Dallas for winery business. The colleague I was to meet had scored tickets to a wine tasting at a historical and elegant 5-star restaurant. The tasting was kept to an intimate 25 people, dress was cocktail casual and the wines had been handpicked by the head sommelier. I could hardly wait!

In tux attire, the sommelier greeted most of his guests by name. I was introduced as the owner of Olympic Cellars in Washington State. That started a bit of conversation amongst the guests who favored French wines and California Cabernets… but had heard a lot of good things about Washington wines!

Now normally, I taste and spit at these types of events. I’m a bit of a lightweight and know my limits, especially when it comes to keeping my “mouth” in check.

Aaah, but these wines were heaven in a bottle and as each wine was poured, my will power lessoned and I began to savor each velvety sip. The evening’s pièce de résistance was a famous old French Bordeaux (even I recognized the name). As this wine was poured, the atmosphere of the room changed… hushed voices that were almost reverent replaced the boisterous conversations of before.

Anticipating nirvana, I swirled the wine and gently lowered my nose to the glass. Deeply inhaling, my senses suddenly were sent careening and I spoke before my brain engaged; “This wine smells like AMARILLO”, I said none to quietly.

But the room did get quiet – real quiet – as the sommelier slowly walked to our table and stood right in front of me. “Madame, that is nose of fine old Bordeaux with just a hint of the barnyard”, he said with stern dignity, putting me in my place.

If only I had stopped there…

“Well frankly I think the barnyard has a little too much horse manure!” I retorted.

Whoops… I really stepped in “it” this time. Should have spit and kept my mouth shut.

But really, the wine by any other name or price tag WOULD have been poured down the drain.

But what do I know. Almost all the guests ranked the wine #1.

Cheers, Kathy

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

In the Spirit of Community

Many people don't know that Working Girl Wines support women and families across the country. Wherever the wines are sold we donate 2% of the sales to worthy causes. All the local $$ raised in our home town has already been promised, but in the spirit of community and the season we wanted to do a little extra for a specific family in need.

Purchase a Case (12 bottles) of Working Girl White or Handyman Red for $120 and we will donate $60 to the Calloway Family.

David and JoAnna Calloway moved their family of 4 from California to Sequim, WA. In July 1991. Both found jobs right away, David with Angeles Millwork and JoAnna with Sequim Safeway.

They have raised their family here, JoAnna started a small cottage business, The Lavender Peddler and her business has flourished over the past 5yrs. David started his own business, Calloway Tractor, and has worked with many local builders and homeowners in the area for the past 4yrs. Cayte, their daughter, now 26 is a hair stylist at Sassy Kat in Port Angeles and is expecting her first baby and JoAnna and David’s first grandchild in March 2009. Garret, their son, has worked in the family business, Calloway Tractor, along side his dad for the past 3yrs.

In August, David was diagnosed with terminal pancreatic Cancer and began chemotherapy immediately. The first series failed to work. David is now undergoing a new treatment of chemo that is leaving him weak and ill.

JoAnna has taken a leave of absence from her job at Sequim Safeway to stay home and take care of David. With no income, their medical and household bills steadily rising, and the threat that they could also loose their home, friends and family are trying to support the Callaway’s any way they can.

To order online put "Callaway Family" in the comments section of the order form or call the winery (360) 452-0160.

In the Spirit of Community
Support, Strength, Sustainability
Kathy Charlton