Last night, I was reminded of the restorative powers of a glass of wine.
It had been a long day: up @ 5:30, a full day of teaching art to teenagers, getting to the gym (very proud of that accomplishment), and then a critique for a project in a night class that lasted until 10:00 pm. My feet hurt, my mind was racing, I was famished and wired. Lots of reasons not to open a bottle of wine, mostly about it being a school night, and late, and tomorrow will be another late night.
So, I popped the cork on an inexpensive little white Burgundy I picked up at a tasting over the weekend:
Domaine Jean Pierre Seve 2006 Macon-Solutre $14.99 (!)
As I sat down with a glass of this, accompanied by a hunk of aged goat cheese from Northern Cal., a great thing happened: all the stuff from the day faded away, and there was just that moment, in the good company of family.
The wine was delicious: simple and refreshing. It's melony and slightly musky, a little rounded, yet bright.
And this morning? I'm having a great morning.