The summer is upon me.
I cannot cook. I can only travel to places and have others cook for me.
Behold! The King Estate Winery.
Nestled in the Oregon hills, overlooking miles of quiet farmland. The only thing we could hear looking out was the swish of the wind.
Lavender to attract bees. Bees to make grapes. Grapes to make...well, you get it.
Bzz bzz. Lean in for the lovely smell but don't snuff up a bee!
The sky was perfectly cloudless. The sun was bright, fine and hot.
Bushy grapevines growing little bebe fruits.
Smell of hay and green things and lavender.
You can only play soccer at wineries. Other sports are BANNED.
There's something romantic here...
The bloom is off the rose and on my baby's head.
Oak casks from France. I guess French oak makes the best casks.
Rooms for chilling, swirling, and fermenting.
A large cooling tank - did you know wine heats up as it ferments? I didn't.
Now the best part - lunch! Truffle fries.
The menu changes frequently, we ordered a house-cured charcuterie plate.
Gorgonzola, dry salami, with crudites, crackers and mustard.
This was my favorite combination - gorgonzola and candied apricot on a seeded cracker.
Goodbye, beautiful sun-kissed winery! I'll see you in my dreams!