Yay! A buttery Chardonnay to neutralize my imminent mommy meltdown. Pairing La Crema's subtle apple notes with a whine from a child who didn't fall from the ol' tree. "You never buy us anything," was the all too familiar groan heard today. Felt pretty guilty until a sip of this oaky flavor reminded me, "I said the same shit when I was a kid." La Crema, Chardonnay, your bottle may be empty but the corner of untouched toys from Christmas isn't. Conscience clear.
Clo dew bwah, thank grapes for you. Its name loosely translates to "enclosed field." Well, it arrived, coincidentally, at a time I'm feeling pretty surrounded. I'm pairing its smooth, toasty flavor with a whine from my kids, my brother's kids and a few of the neighbor kids. "The snacks at your house suck!" I have crackers. I have meats. I have cheeses. Sorry, not sorry.