let's not sidestep that American dream thing too quick.
Seems very do able for average folks, it's being romantic why would you think that would be over? One rose a bottle of wine and the right people together....there ya go.
Well, I'm going to be real literal here. Only lately have I come to enjoy wine that goes with a meal. If I make Italian food, I have a little red pinot noir. I sip it, taste the food, sip again, savor. Oh my! I found that I've been missing something all these years. There really is something to this, and this is why the wealthy have different wines for different courses at dinner. My husband doesn't drink, can't drink because of his vertigo, so he can't understand my delight when I engage in this activity. I think he feels left out.
Thanks to Jacques Pepin and Julia Child and Lydia who all do this, I have now learned it!
So, for me, the days of wine and roses have just begun.
I like that .... Did you see the movie of Julia and Julia with Meryl Streep ?
Yes I did. We watched it one Saturday night. I am not a morning or a breakfast cooking type person, but when I got up the next morning, Sunday morning, I announced I was going to make crepes for breakfast. I looked up how to do it on the computer, and Voila! Crepes! We even had strawberries to go with them, lol.
Well, a couple weekends ago, a guy I met a couple years ago and JUST started dating, drove a couple hours to my house, cooked me dinner, brought me roses and a bottle of Blackberry wine. How about THAT?!
I took a lady a box of Chocolate and a dozen roses . She met me at the door gave me a big kiss . Later that night she wanted me to tie her to her bed and have my way . Scared me . First date . Just couldn't do it ....
you too wayne ?? i wonder if its the same girl ?? i didn't bring her any chocolate tho .. i just brought the extra rope ..
I'd lay my head on the railroad tracks
And wait for the Double "E"
But the railroad don't run no more
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me
Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood
I ain't naming names
She really worked me over good
She was just like Jesse James
She really worked me over good
She was a credit to her gender
She put me through some changes, Lord
Sort of like a Waring blender
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me
Well, I met a girl at the Rainbow bar
She asked me if I'd beat her
She took me back to the Hyatt House
I don't want to talk about it
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me
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