This state has an oaky flavor, legs, and ages very well...

As The Pedant mentioned earlier, I am in charge of recapping our winery trip Saturday. Turns out, about 30 miles outside of the fortress of democracy there is a whole wine country. Apparently, Virginia humidity (my new foe) is perfect for vintners (hopefully not like those in Isaiah 5!).

We had gone once before, but since it was a gorgeous day we ventured out again. We saw three wineries and TP stopped in a cutesy little town for a snack.

Now, I know very little about wine, other than red is served at room temperature and white is served chilled. I kind of have a desire to be a wine snob, but only cause I want to stick my nose up at people even more. The first winery was fun, even if they only had port-a-potties. We liked their peach wine and their white table wine. I enjoyed the sweet stuff a bit more than TP.

The next one, TP wanted to go to because of their legal excitement. The result, a real bathroom, and a very tastey Riesling. Delish. They did also have a dog there which was fun.

The third one sort of sucked. Not only was their wine fair, they had port-a-potties. And ex-frat boys smoking cigars. Not cool.

Yum!

The Sherbs's eggplant and TVP cutlet casserole (or was it a terrine?) in Parma style, was fabulous. I'll eat pretty much anything breaded in tomato sauce with cheese on top, but the dish was beyond the usual parmadelicious.

I made salad. It was also good, but not as incredible. Veggies go in bowl, dressing gets made out of vinegar, oil, mustard, garlic, and sweetener, dressing goes on veggies. Four minutes, tops.

We had wine with dinner in our Grey Ghost Winery glasses. Because we are in Virginia, and therefore must celebrate Confederate guerilla fighters.