I crawled out of bed and took the best shower ever. I had to wash off the invisible muck and grime of traveling. I walked to Phillip and Michelle’s house, had a breakfast of toasted baguette with Nutella and home made strawberry preserves, yogurt, coffee and orange juice. Michelle asked if I wanted to work or rest for the day. Even though my body would have loved to kick back and drink wine all day, I had come here to work, and I was excited about it. I went with Phillip to a neighboring winery to pick a bottle labeling machine
. We loaded it up in the large, orange Renault van and brought it back to the cellar.
My first job was wiping off wine bottles, putting them through the label machines, and packing them in boxes for purchase.
After labeling and packing up about one hundred bottles of wine, I was called in for lunch. Michelle had prepared slow cooked duck meat in read wine with mirepoix, pasta, tomatoes with fleur de sel, herbs, and olive oil, pieces of cured meats, a salad with lettuce from the garden, all topped off with a decadent (to me) cheese plate. Two hours and two bottles of wine passed before It was time to get back to work. This was my type of lunch break. Michelle insisted that I didn’t work and that I go and get some sleep. I agreed, and went to bed. I woke up in time to walk around a bit, check out my surroundings, then sit down to yet another amazing, slow meal with plenty of great wine.
Grandma Glorya's Chickens, hehe
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