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What goes with Pinot Grigio?
A Pepperidge Farm Milano.
I have been working on a paper all night. I am writing a profile for my class, so I
interviewed my sister, who is incredibly interesting and a remarkably talented
singer. Once I have the notes done and
the first draft underway, my eldest stops by for ten minutes between the train
arriving at the station across the street and his wife picking him up.
At some point in this endeavor, I open a small bottle of pinot
grigio and pour myself a glass. A scant
glass, but still.
Then I crave a snack, so I go right for the Milanos. I figure if people can eat chocolate-covered
strawberries while sipping wine, certainly I can munch on a Milano cookie
without too much agita.
Truth be told, that damn cookie and that damn wine both
taste better.
First draft? Done.
Even better, a story I was sure I wrote but couldn't find --
well, I finally found it tonight under a misnamed file on my computer. And, even better, the story is about five
pages long. Score.
Better than that? A
glass of pinot grigio and a Milano cookie to celebrate a finished draft and a
found draft.
Hey, don't judge me.
We should celebrate all victories, regardless of how minute. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to refill
me glass and grab another Milano. Life
is good.
