Napa, wine and girlfriends

I was raised on Manischewitz, so I like to think it is a miracle I like wine. I remember very well the too sweet, too sugary grape “wine” I used to drink growing up in a (not really) Jewish family … the Friday night Shabbat dinners; the bar/bat mitzvahs; Passover with the four glasses. InContinue reading “Napa, wine and girlfriends”