The last of the Sri Lankan chutney was delicious, cinnamon is the spice of life. Like butter for the New York Strips. The season is upon us, watch for sales and free delivery days. Take a break from the spooky and scary, the sky falls every day and night, regardless. Time is a stalker.
Wineries are the new ranches in Texas, profits are hard fought and subsidized. The swag business is usually the money maker. Trinkets. No sighting of Willie or Waylon or The Boys, but Fredericksburg is a fine place to wear a fine hat. The outlaws cleared out, went to Austin or Nashville to fake it, then make it.
The wine was good, no sugar, all earth, the only wine worth drinking. "Getcha some Mad Dog if ya wanna get smashed!". Hold on to the good times, make them last and last, pause. Tanya Tucker knew all about Ridin' Rainbows in '77, left her lonely. Vinyl hits different somehow.