Truffles and "port"

Some days just feel good all over. Yesterday we had a couple friends over for brunch (homemade biscuits and gravy, cheesey grits, and fresh squeezed orange juice...mmm), then I spent the rest of the day with my wife. She sprawled out across the floor working on a new travel skirt, I tinkering with the new wood burning stove. After running around opening windows and doors to let smoke roll out, and cussing at the placement of fire detectors (about 15ft up the cathedral ceilings), the place calmed down and warmed up.

We sat back for a moment, went to the cellar and brought up a California "port" from our roadtrip this last summer. The Milat Winery was a little mom & pop establishment in the middle of Napa Valley. Passing by the big conglomerate winery fronts, we pulled into a gravel parking lot hoping for something more authentic. The owner of the winery greeted us with glass after glass of fine grapes. This dessert wine we couldn't pass up. So, after eyeing the one truffle we had left (a gift from the friends of brunch), we knew what we had to do. Sit back once in awhile, enjoy each other, savour the aromas, the textures, the flavours, and live.