Paige and I went high class last Thursday night. We wined and dined at the Four Daughters Winery in Spring Valley, MN. And, boy, were we out of our league.
We had driven past this gem of a place on our way to a meeting at Good Earth Village a week prior. Intrigued were we and we signed up for their Thursday night tour and dinner. It wasn’t cheap but we splurged.
We joined a whole crew of people who apparently do things like this for a living. You know, expensive dinners of grilled watermelon salads and smelling their wines. “Tell me more about your barrels.” “This one time, we flew to DC for the day …” “When I climbed Kilimanjaro …” “This lamb is superb.” “Can you smell the sulfur?” “Actually, creme fraiche is …”
Except the lady next to me. When our strawberry soup dessert arrived in front of us, she made some comment about her young son. “It’s like a smoothie he left out too long. It’s melted smoothie.” Thems my kind of people.
It was fun despite the one-upping all through the table and the noses in the air. And the fact that we all sat at one table and thus they could charge us 20% gratuity. Don’t worry – we grounded ourselves and lowered our noses once we stopped at Culver’s for ice cream. [Strawberry soup is not proper dessert in our books.] It was the perfect escape for this girl after a real crappy and long Thursday of work.
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| My, what nice barrels you have. |
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| Because who doesn’t love grilled watermelon and chive blossoms? |
there's no place like gnome. 
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