The adventures of stressed-out boyfriend and Valpolicella

Today marks a special occasion. It is an occasional more momentous than yesterday, but less momentous than tomorrow. We wait for the results of Roger's final accounting examination. We wait... and we drink. Oh how wonderful a thing wine is. As my mother and her wise sisters say, "wine is cheaper than therapy". Right now we're very much into red - Valpolicella Ripasso to be precise. It's a robust Italian wine with a subtle aftertaste. Its light acidity lingers in your throat and the bouquet is quite exquisite. Oh, and the legs... don't get me started on the legs. Haha. It's lovely because it goes straight to your toes and leaves nothing of this headache nonsense. (Do not quote me on this - please indulge at your own discretion). My boyfriend, Roger, has been stressed for a few weeks preparing for the news of his exam and sometimes a little grown-up grape juice is necessary for a restful night of sleep. We have decided that we are not going to talk about tomorrow. We are not going to contemplate on what might and might not be. We have our bottle of rouge and we are going to sip it and zip it. He's honestly one of the smartest guys I know; he might be drinking to relax, but I believe I am drinking just because. I have all the faith in the world.

Wine Time

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Love at Seven Months

We’ll fight about the weather, I’ll say cool and you’ll say warm, But when the skies get angry, You’ll protect me from the storm.   We’ll fight about directions, You’ll say left and I’ll say right, But when we drive the distance, I’ll hold your hand all night.   We’ll fight about tequila, You’ll fall up against the wall, But upon your morning wake-up, I’ll prescribe you Tylenol.   We’ll fight about the laundry, You’ll shrink my favourite dress, But when I try it on me, You’ll say that I look my best.   We’ll fight about schedules, I’ll wake and you’ll be tired, But thank goodness for caffeine, I’ll brew tea and you’ll be wired.   We’ll fight about athletics, I’ll beg you to be cautious, But when you wear a helmet, You’ll make me not so nauseous.   We’ll fight about long distance, I’ll be here and you’ll be there, But when you lift and spin me, We’ll forget we used to care.   We’ll fight about little things, I’ll hug you and you’ll smile, We’ll fight about the big things, But let’s hope that takes a while.
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Pomegranate Season!

You know Christmas is coming when pomegranates are on sale! These little guys fly under the fruit radar all year and then "poof!" they become the main attraction; it's no wonder I couldn't resist buying seven of them at the grocery store. Needless to say, I have been enjoying pomegranates all week. This bright and festive fruit is high in antioxidants and super fun to peel - well, at least I think so. I love the tedious nature of this task. I love gingerly picking out the seeds and plopping them one-by-one into a bowl. I don't care if the outcome is berry-coloured ink stains on my eyelids; I feel like the benefits strongly outweigh the mess. My boyfriend doesn't particularly side with my pomegranate-peeling excitement. I suppose juice-infused countertops, an irreversibly pink cutting board and pom-splattered clothing are a thing only a true pomegranate enthusiast would endure. My suggestion is freshly-plucked pomegranates in a bowl with greek yogurt. So yummy and healthy! What's your favourite way to eat this seedy fruit?
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