Thursday, February 5, 2015

My tiny dancer is gone

Less than two years ago, my tiny dancer, one of the sweetest people I have ever known, was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer. I remember my parents coming over to my house to break the news to me in person because they knew I was going to be devastated.... and I was.
But what do I do when one of "my people" gets sick?
I delve into it head first, learn all I can and help them however I can.
 
Peggy and I met at the Dale City Moose Lodge. Yeah, wait... me? At the Moose lodge? Yeah, I know, bizarre, but it happened. I believe everything happens for a reason.  My parents had been members for a while and I was going through a breakup and would meet them over there. Why? Well, it passed the time, it was cheap food and drink and no matter how bad I looked I still looked like, and was treated like, a rock star when I walked into the place.
I was accepted there for who I am. Period. I had so many amazing times there.
 
Dick and Chrissy Sarna were the ones who really made me feel at home there. I knew them when I was a kid and I grew up with their son, Keith, who is a year older than me. Keith and I knew each other in high school but never really spent any time together. Truth be known, I had a huge crush on him back in the day. Chrissy was head of the Women's Chapter at the Moose and was always after me to become a member. I gave in to her pressure after a while and joined. If it wasn't for Chrissy I never would have done it. It wasn't very long after joining, that we unexpectedly lost Chrissy to cancer. However, as a result, I gained two incredible friends for the rest of my life - her son, Keith, and her best friend, Peggy.
 
 
Peggy was one of the sweetest souls I have ever met in my 41 years on this earth. She became an instant friend; she never met a stranger. She was barely 4'10 and yet there was so much love and strength and fun in that tiny little lady. She had made it through four husbands, losing two sons at a young age, her mother, her job and even her home. Yet she never gave up and she always saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Yes, even after breast cancer, radiation, chemo, and a mastectomy.
 
She was an incredible dancer. She loved music. She loved singing. She was always dressed to the nines with heels and jewelry from head to toe. I never tired of watching her sashay across the dance floor with that infectious smile on her face. She stole the stage and demanded everyone's attention when she entered the room.
 
After Chrissy died, Peggy and I became even closer. It was as if Chrissy brought us together and connected us in a way that no one else could. There were endless nights that she and I would talk on the phone or chat online divulging our deepest fears, happiest of thoughts and sharing our unconditional love and devoted friendship for each other. Peggy was always there when I needed her, no matter what trials she was going through.  But I was always there for her too, never leaving her side or her heart.
 
When she was diagnosed with breast cancer, I grabbed her hand and went to both informational chemo appointments and even one of her official doctor appointments. Her oncologist was my dad's and I already had a bond with him. It was if it was a sign and I was supposed to be there. The last thing I wanted was for her to go through this alone.  Her strength overwhelmed me and never wavered throughout her entire battle.
 
 
In November 2013 I saw her at my uncle's funeral and was told that her cancer was gone.
What an incredible blessing!
 
In August of last year, her hair was coming back and she made a day trip down to Colonial Beach to see my parents new home.  I was so happy that Prowler, the Evil Red Genius and I were there to see her. Peggy always gave the best hugs and looking at this picture just lets me feel it all over again as if she were here with me.
 
A few days before Christmas, Peggy sent me a message saying that the cancer was back, in her chest and on her liver. Chemo was to begin on January 6.  On February 3, my mom and I were at my dad's oncologist appointment and as we were sitting in the room waiting, we saw Peggy walk by. She was so happy to see us and hugged the three of us. She even made her daughter take a picture of the three of us on her phone.
 
 
My tiny dancer had really diminished. She couldn't have weighed 60 lbs, could barely walk and had no energy. Yet her personality was still in there and she was dressed to the nines! That's my lady!  After dad's appointment I went into the chemo room to see her and I'm so glad I did. We chatted for a bit, we hugged and exchanged our usual, but never routine, "I love you". 
 
Two days later, February 5, my heart broke into a million pieces when I got the news that my sweet Peggy, my tiny dancer, was gone.
While my heart is broken, my soul is full of joy. She is finally healthy and happy again. She is free of pain and disease. She is with her mom, with her son, Dougie, and her best friend and soul mate, Chrissy again.
 
I am so grateful to have had that moment two days ago with her. I am so grateful that she made her daughter take the picture of the three of us.
She posted it on Facebook that day and said "made my day - love ya'll so much".
 
This afternoon, a friend of mine who is a photographer, posted this picture on her Facebook page. Every morning she takes pictures of the sunrise over the river. She had no idea that this picture was in the mix until she downloaded them later. She made a comment about how there was an angel over the pier. I immediately responded and said I knew who it was.  My angel on earth had passed away this morning and this shot was taken right after sunrise. There was no doubt that this was my sweet Peggy shedding her human body.
 
 
I have been in a daze all day and when I came home I decided I needed to do something to celebrate her life. While I miss her tremendously, she is in a better place now and she is back to her happy, healthy self. As my mom said, she danced her way into heaven and deservedly so.
 
 
Tonight it is with a heavy heart that I raise a glass of one of my favorite everyday Chardonnays to my dear friend, Peggy Ratcliff.  This is the wine I drank at Madigans in Occoquan when she and I last had a fantastic girls night dinner before she was ever diagnosed with breast cancer. We always shared such intimate secrets and heartfelt stories together. I'll never forget how wonderful her hugs were and how much love and strength was in that tiny little body! As she always said to me when we ended the night, "love you always". While I miss her with all of my heart, I am so happy that she finally is at peace.
 
Today was peppered with extreme wind chills - temps of 32 but feeling like 21. The wind literally cut through me as I walked from the parking lot to my office building. At one point, I literally had to stop and catch my breath and balance because the wind was so strong.  It remained that windy all day.
 
When I took Prowler out for his last romp of the night before bedtime, the wind had stopped, almost instantly. A beautifully magical perfectly-shaped moon was shining. I felt my dear friend with me and as a tear rolled down my face relief also passed through me. It was then that it all made sense. This morning it was horribly windy because she was leaving this earth and entering into heaven. Peggy definitely deserved a grand entrance and the earth was no doubt shaking as someone as strong and incredible as Peggy was making her departure. The winds all day were evidence of her energy leaving this earth and the calming of the skies and the brilliant moonlight this evening were evidence of her arrival in heaven.
 
Meeting someone who was just as much of a hopeless romantic as I was so comforting.
She loved being in love and showed me there's nothing wrong with it.
She taught me such amazing life lessons because she lived them and because of her I'll never forget them:
 
"You only have one life - be happy."
"Treasure the memory; don't forget it."
"Sometimes in life one thing changes your whole life."
"We all have one life to live. Who is to say how you do it? Search your soul. Do what you need to do for yourself."
"Life is like a good book. You never know what will happen til the last page."
"Forgiveness is hard but never forget the lesson."
"We go down roads that have bumps but you can always take another road. Be good to yourself. You deserve the very best."
 
 
My Peggy, I am thankful to have had you in my life and so grateful you graced me with your presence.
 
I'll never forget those loving hugs you gave and looking down at your sweet self smiling up at me with pursed lips to give me a kiss as we ended the night.
 
My sweet friend, my precious tiny dancer,
your "little Audrey Hepburn"
will love you always.
 


"You meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you.. and then you meet one person and your life is changed…. forever." -Love and Other Drugs

Saturday, January 31, 2015

My trip to Chile

 Around the World in 48 Sips
 
 I'm so excited that I got my passport stamped this month for WineStyles latest promotional event!
 
 
 
 
First stop..... Chile!
 
I must admit I don't know much about Chile or its wines but I'm always up for a wine adventure!
 
 
Chile is a long and narrow strip of land but its territory presents a great diversity of landscapes. Mountain ranges run north to south and mountain chains cross Chile from east to west. The crossing ranges hold riverbeds that run in the same direction, which over millions of years, have formed alluvial terraces (a level tract of land resulting from repeated deposits of sediment over a long period of time by running water) that are valuable for growing grapevines!
 
From north to south, Chile has a large diversity of climates but in the central and traditional wine regions, it's mainly temperate Mediterranean.  The winter and spring have concentrated rain with a long dry season continuing through autumn. The cold from the Humboldt Current and the breezes from the mountains create a huge temperature differential between day and night which is good for producing healthy grapes.
 
 
 
Chile's geography is very unique in that its northern limit is one of the driest deserts in the world and its southern limit ends with glaciers!
 
First up on the tasting adventure is:
 
2013
Santa Ema
Savuvignon Blanc
Maipo Valley
 
 
pale yellow, acidic, citrus, crisp
GRAPEFRUIT
Of course, Sav Blancs all taste like biting into a grapefruit to me and I hate grapefruit.
I tolerated it and moved on.....

 
2012
Montes
Chardonnay


 
I love Chardonnay.
Wait, I love California and French Chardonnay.
I just learned that I evidently do not like Chilean Chardonnay. 
Stainless steel
crisp, tart, petroleum aroma
probably one of the worst Chards I have ever tasted.
 
Next please.....
 
Montes
Cherub
Rose of Syrah

 
This bright pink wine didn't just look like cherry cough syrup it smelled and tasted like it too!
A friend of mine who also went on this trip saw the disgusting face I made from across the room and cracked up. She only laughed because she felt the same way but didn't have the guts to be as obvious!
 
 
What will this wine pair well with?
being poured down the sink drain
 
Ok Chile... I'm learning and this is adventure is fun but I'm not really diggin' your wines.....
 
 
We had six wines to try on our adventure but Arthur, being his amazing self, decided to add in three others to taste.
 
The first of the "others" was a Chilean Malbec/Cab Sauvignon blend with a beautifully stinky smell and a delightful flavor. I'm not a huge Malbec fan but it was a nice blend with Cab.
 
 
Montes Alpha
Syrah
Colchagua Valley
 
Suddenly, everything changed... for the better.

 
I've never been excited about a Syrah.
I don't despise them by any means but I would never seek one out to drink.
 
Then I had this Chilean Syrah and that changed everything.
 
 
Burning stinky smell with a silky, fruity, bold taste
Finally a Syrah with some oompfh!
 
Yes, I bought one to take home.
 
 
Montes Alpha
Cabernet Sauvignon
Colchagua Valley
 
Colchagua - I love that word.
pronounced  "Coal-chaw-gwuh"
 
While in Chile, I decided that if God ever cursed me with a child, especially a boy, I would name him Colchagua and his nickname would be "Cole".
See, what monumental revelations occur at my happy place?

 
lovely stinky cigarbox fruit smell but not as smooth in taste as the Syrah
 long finish but too tart of a finish for me
 
 
 
 
Montes
Purple Angel Carmenere
Colchagua Valley

While I loved the Syrah, this baby stole my heart!
 



The Purple Angel is considered the Super Carmenere of Montes and I'd say it became the superstar of the night! I was surprised to hear that less than 10% of the wines that Chile makes are Carmenere. Until this trip, Carmenere was the only wine that I liked from Chile. Tonight did confirm thought that it is still my favorite Chilean wine.
 
 
Its tremendous aroma literally made me purr out loud at first whiff.
(Yeah, I can be quite entertaining at my happy place without even trying.)
I recall saying, "This is a bad girl wine" with a delightful smile on my face.
 
Ripe, red and black fruits with nutmeg, cinnamon and jam
Bold, rich, fruity and absolutely divine!
 
This was a special order wine and believe me I signed up right on the spot!
My only regret is whether I should have ordered two bottles.
 
 
The last two are "others" that Arthur selected for us to try.
 
 
Montes Alpha M
 
 
While this was delicious and primarily a Cab, it came nowhere near the intensity and sheer delight of the Purple Angel.
 
Montes
Folly




This 2010 Syrah was beautiful.
Landed in second place to my Purple Angel, though.




Who knew I'd have so much fun in Chile! While Chilean whites do absolutely nothing for me and I don't care if I ever have another one again, its Syrah and Carmenere have definitely stolen my heart!
 
Can't wait to get my passport stamped for the next wine adventure!


"One not only drinks wine, one smells it, observes it, tastes it, sips it and - one talks about it."
- King Edward VII



Friday, January 30, 2015

Wine in, wit out

One day in early January, I had a splendid food and wine kind of day smothered in friendship and family....
 
 
I started out as a scrumptious lunch with my soul sister in Old Town Alexandria at the Wharf Restaurant and.....
 


crab soup
 
 
shellfish angel hair pasta 
 

 
..... ended the day at my happy place with my second favorite special, an incredibly smooth Washington State Merlot, the Evil Red Genius and the most amazing parents on the face of the earth!
 
 
 
lamb youvetsi
 



It should be noted that the Merryvale Merlot was critiqued in an earlier blog post of mine in 2014.  However, I would be remiss if I didn't state how Dad referred to this wine on this super fun night.....
 
"Pebbles and Bam Bam in a Jar"
 
 
 
 
"For when the wine goes in, the wit comes out."
- Thomas Becon 
 
 
 

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Why it's worth it

 
I am feeling so much sheer happiness and pure love right now that I feel the need to keep it simple. There is so much I could say yet so much that I don't even need to say. That is the best part.
I often have wanted to give up but my faith would never truly let me. 
I could never truly give up hope; it's just not who I am.
 
In the past, I've often had moments that were so phenomenal that I would often say I wish I could bottle that feeling so I wouldn't lose it. The best part now is that I don't need to bottle it because the feeling doesn't go away. It stays with me and each time we're together, no matter what we're doing, that feeling remains and even intensifies.
 
It's nice to have met one of those rare and amazing people.
 It's nice to know that genuine, raw, natural connections can happen and endure.
 Every time we're together, without a word even being said, I'm constantly reminded
of why it's worth it.
 
It's so worth it.
 
 
 
"Oh thank God that we don't have to be alone.
Closer I get, the more that my heart knows....
You're like that last turn home."
-Tim McGraw
 

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Dirty elegance

It's no secret that I am a lover of Oregon Pinot Noir.
It gets no better than the Willamette Valley.
 
 Last year, while at my favorite wine bar in the Outer Banks, I took a chance on purchasing a Pinot Noir that I had never tried.  I explained to Kenny, the owner, that the only Pinots I like are from Oregon and he recommended one that was under $30. 
Hey Kenny, thanks for not steering me wrong! Spot on, dude!
  
2012
Ponzi Tavola Pinot Noir
Willamette Valley, Oregon
 
 
Aged in French oak for 11 months and then bottle aged for seven months before release, the Tavola Pinot Noir is Ponzi's "wine for the everyday table".
It is a blend of 10 vineyards and has a rich burnt-brick color.
 
As soon as I smelled the dirty fruit aroma, it reminded me why I love Oregon Pinot Noirs. 
A mud puddle after a spring rain with lilac flowers on top instantly appeared.
A deep sigh and a big smile came over my face.
The first sip brought a hint of cocoa and a long finish with soft tannins.
Best part of all? Cherry didn't smack me in the face like non-Oregon Pinots!
 
Dirty elegance 
 
 
After some research, I found that 2012 is supposed to be an epic vintage in Oregon wine history. (Note to self: remember this little factoid when perusing in wine shops)
 
In 2012, crops were low due to a wet Oregon spring which increased the intensity of flavor.
Summer brought dry and hot conditions.
From July to mid October, there was only a trace of precipitation.
Warm days and cool nights brought beautiful ripeness and sugar while maintaining bright acidity.
 
 

 

Oh, Ponzi, thank you for confirming that Oregon does, indeed, make the most exquisite Pinot Noir!!
 
This wine truly represents all that is good in - and why I love - an Oregon Pinot Noir!
 
 
 

"Accept what life offers you and try to drink from every cup.
All wines should be tasted; some should only be sipped, but with others, drink the whole bottle.”
Paulo Coelho, Brida

 
 
 
 
 

Thursday, January 15, 2015

White in Winter

I don't usually drink white wine in the winter.
I know the "rule" of not wearing white after Labor Day and usually drinking white follows suit; however, sometimes I just have that urge for a white wine. Often, when the weather changes and there's a chill in the air, I lean more toward reds but sometimes it depends on what food I'm enjoying.
Some people don't mind having a Cabernet with scallops and some don't mind drinking a Chardonnay with steak. I am not one of those people though. I want the absolute best possible pairing.  
Food and wine collaborations can definitely make or break each other.
 
I love a California Chardonnay and I am fond of wines from Paso Robles, but I don't recall ever trying a Paso white.  I just so happened to have received one for Christmas and what better time to try it than on a frigid, blustery winter day!
 
 
This 2013 Crossridge Peak Chardonnay from Paso Robles, California is a pale yellow color and has a beautiful aroma of butterscotch and vanilla. On the palette are similar flavors with an addition of flower and banana. It's perfectly balanced and has a lovely lingering finish with a hint of almond.

 
It serves as a good wine with which to cook. I didn't add it to my food.  I drank it as I was preparing my food. Yeah, there are different connotations to cooking with wine, aren't there?
 
I tried it with my favorite Irish whiskey cheddar cheese and the cheese instantly took the acidity out of the wine.  I also found that this Chardonnay needs to be extremely cold or it has a distinctly
less-than-desirable aftertaste.
 

 
On the back label of this bottle of wine, I found the following inspirational words:
 
"When we founded Crossridge Peak we were not looking for scenic, but a quiet soulful place to hike and enjoy the outdoors.  What we found was a way of life that leads us to a bottle of wine.  We strive to bring you the best wine we can; to give you our peak performance. We hope that this bottle will help you find your perfect peak."
 
As I was enjoying this easily-drinkable white in winter, I started to ponder why I was longing for a white when I haven't in quite a while.  Was I longing to find my perfect peak? Was it because I was longing for happier days?  Was I longing for spring and summer to get here quicker? Was I longing to be taken to a place of calm and contentment, even if just for an evening, after being lost in a frustrating and contemplative day? Was I longing to stop analyzing every aspect of my life and just embrace the good? Was I longing to be able to accept things as they are and just "be"?

 
Then, as if I needed the universe to send me a sign of understanding, the perfect sounds of
Keith Urban suddenly filled up my living room. Even though it is one of my favorite songs, the lyrics resonated with me like they never have before:
 
Alone in this house again tonight
I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine.......
 
I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that being strong meant never losing your self-control.
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes, tonight I wanna cry.
 

Thanks to my favorite guy, I not only found a lovely new Chard to enjoy but I also am hopeful that this year I could be led toward my "perfect peak".

 













 


Sunday, January 11, 2015

Should have said "no"


The Evil Red Genius and I decided to make our first wine adventure of 2015 to a place where we've been before - the Wine House in Old Town Fairfax.
Are we gluttons for punishment?
One might think so but dig a little deeper and you'll see there's a method to our madness.

Every time I have gone to this wine bar it has been as a result of a Groupon.
Our Groupon for $40 worth of food at the Wine House was about to expire so we hopped in the car and took a Sunday afternoon joy ride through Clifton to this quaint little bistro.

The last time we went to the Wine House it was nice enough to relax outside for lunch.  Although this January day was unseasonably warm at 60 degrees, it was sporadically rainy so we sat inside at the bar. While the staff at the Wine House isn't rude, they aren't anything to rave about either. Thankfully, we know enough about wine, at least what we like, and don't require much assistance. However, it would still be nice to simply be asked if we needed any help. I should be used to it by now, but being a stickler for good customer service, I guess I never will be accepting of this behavior, or lack of appropriate behavior.

The Wine House has a unique selection of wine and there are hardly ever any bottles that we recognize. Of course the ones we do recognize are quite overpriced and with a $10 cork fee piled on top, price is a factor. While we searched for a bottle of wine to share, we put our order in for the artisan cheese plate.


The cheese plate included the exact same four cheeses that we had back in the summer which I found a tad bit disappointing but knowing how much we enjoyed those cheeses, we were positive we'd be pleased.  For someone who does not like cranberry, the cranberry and walnut chutney that comes with the cheese plate is exquisite, especially on a slice of green apple! Who knew?

After considering five reds (including researching them quickly online because God forbid, this place take the time to prepare even a simple write-up for each wine), we finally decided on the

2012
Montinore Estate
"Red Cap"
Pinot Noir
Willamette Valley, Oregon



This vintage is known as a winemaker's dream because it yielded perfectly-balanced fruit due to a long dry season followed by an Indian summer. However, it's a shame that we couldn't truly appreciate that thought all because we weren't forceful enough with our waitress. Alas, I blame myself.

I handed her the bottle to open and she headed toward the chiller. I immediately proclaimed with a tilt of the head and strange look on my face, similar to that of my dog's expression, "It's a red. Why are you chilling it?" She replied, " We always chill our reds... to bring it up to room temperature."

WARNING!

Right there, I should have gone with my gut and told her to please not do that with this wine, but we went along with her prompting anyway. She confirmed that every time we have been here in the past they have always chilled the reds. I suppose we didn't know that because we've always sat outside and didn't see it for ourselves. 
We were extremely anxious as we watched our red wine sitting in the chiller and once we received it and the bottle was cold to the touch and it tasted cold, we were not very happy... and that's an understatement.
I'm always one to speak up. Why didn't I do so today? (smack palm to forehead and roll eyes)

We both decided we needed a sweater for our glass but wrapped the napkin, or our hands, around it instead to hopefully warm it up.  Perhaps, a wooly wine scarf made out of alpaca fur would suffice. Yeah, we'd have to get right on that one....


Well, let's buckle down and do this, Evil Red. 
We'll make it work. We always do.

Eating a red grape followed by a sip of wine brought out a tangy note on the tongue. Eating a piece of goat cheese and then a sip of wine really "empowered" the goat.  We love goat cheese so this was a fantastic surprise! The bleu cheese was creamy but quite harsh, yet a salty cracker toned it down. The cloth bound cow's milk cheese from Vermont was delightful with and without the wine - imagine a grassy, farmy cheese frolicking along the hillside....Yes, cheese frolicks...



So our wine was warming up, and we were starting to gather aromas of red fruit, flowers and a hint of dark chocolate. Coffee and plums were starting to open up on the palette with this heavier-than- normal Pinot Noir. Still, I hesitate to critique this wine too much because it should never have been served chilled which really muted the aromas and taste.
Having a $40 food Groupon and only ordering the cheese plate so far, we knew there was much more food to share. If this place does anything right, it's make delicious food!  It wasn't crowded, there were a few couples sitting at tables and we were the only people at the bar the entire time we were there.  Yet, I still had to ask the waitress (the only waitress) who chilled our red wine, "Can we order now?" Would it hurt for her to show some enthusiasm or maybe even just a tad bit of acknowledgment of her customers? Oh that's right, I forgot where we were for a moment.
Customer service slackers at their finest.
Next up was the goat cheese, spinach, artichoke and pesto quiche with a side salad. This quiche was absolutely delightful and the wine was a nice pairing. Again, I think it was the goat cheese being empowered by the Pinot that made me want to lick the plate when we were finished. I regret I didn't lick the plate, to be honest.



When we finished the quiche and after the Evil Red Genius dropped a piece of cheese on the floor, the inattentive waitress decided to assume we were finished ordering and asked if we wanted dessert.  I proceeded to tell her that we did not require dessert but we would like to order the steak frites to share.  Don't rush me out, girl!
My fork then promptly decided it was lonely and joined the Evil Red Genius' piece of cheese on the floor below us.  I would have photographic proof of this comingling on the pretty wood flooring but no, the waitress chose that exact moment to be helpful and picked up the fork.
Geez..... I just can't win with her, can I?

The steak frites are always a favorite of ours and while we didn't have it at our last outing, we went back to basics and shared it this time. Who needs dessert when you have red wine and savory, juicy hangar steak, pomme frites in a rich, black peppercorn cream gravy?

As the wine warmed up it became quite lovely. I can't help to think though how much better it would have been had it been served to us properly. I'd definitely be willing to try it again and give it another chance. 
After all it wasn't the wine's fault.. I simply should have said "no"!
 Lesson learned!