When I was a child, we always had wine on the table, no matter how simple the meal. The wine had no special identity; it was just 'the wine,' from the cellar cask. The rules were general: white with the… — Jacques Pepin Copy Share Image
“She rose. "I'll just go get the wine." "I'm not interested in wine." She walked away, tossed a glance over her shoulder. "You will be. When I start licking it off you.” — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
