My grandparent's took me to Napa for a long weekend when I was 9 years old. Perhaps I realized then that I had a decent sense of smell. I remember it being really fun to name the different things I smelled in each new glass of wine - Strawberries! Cherries! Chocolate! Leather! Dirt! Cat Pee! I was an honest child. Some wine really does have a feline odor... Doesn't mean it isn't delicious though, right?
I hadn't been back to the Napa Valley since that brief visit with the Grands and Mr. Tooth had never been so we decided to trek up there for a week of wine tasting in the red and gold vineyards and some serious snuggling beside an en-suite fireplace. Best. Plan. Ever.
The highlightiest highlight: We had lunch at Bouchon. My love of sunchokes was reaffirmed. I had an earthy, velvety puree to start. Followed by some raw oysters and a hearts of palm salad with persimmons, almonds and vanilla foam. I may have passed out momentarily from excitement.
We had a dinner at Ad-Hoc. We had a dinner at Auberge de Soleil. We had lunch at a taco truck in Yountville. We had another lunch at Busters BBQ in Calistoga. The sauce was so spicy. So Spicy. We had more oysters at the Oxbow Market. We ate, and ate, and ate, and ate. I could die happy. The wine was pretty good too.
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