I couldn’t help myself.
Roses are red, Picasso liked blue, you didn’t want chocolates so I bought you a brew.
I suppose in other parts of the country people mark the passing of seasons in more traditional ways, the color of leaves, the length of their sleeves, and whatever sport happens to run across the television; however, in Southern California we need a few more hints. I look for mine in the beer section. There […]
A damn good Bloody Mary recipe!
Cooking with kids is grape fun!