Napa Quotes

Alexander, you broke my heart. But for carrying me on your back, for pulling my dying sled, for giving me your last bread, for the body you destroyed for me, for the son you have given me, for the twenty-nine days we lived like Red Birds of Paradise, for all our Naples sands and Napa wines, for all the days you have been my first and last breath, for Orbeli- I will forgive you.

He slung off his backpack. He'd managed to grab a lot of supplies at the Napa Bargain Mart: a portable GPS, duct tape, lighter, superglue, water bottle, camping roll, a Comfy Panda Pillow Pet (as seen on TV), and a Swiss army knife—pretty much every tool a modern demigod could want.

Kamu tahu, ciri-ciri orang yang sedang jatuh cinta adalah merasa bahagia dan sakit pada waktu bersamaan. Merasa yakin dan ragu dalam satu hela napas. Merasa senang sekaligus cemas menunggu hari esok.

Wahai anak, kamu mungkin lebih bijak dari kami, tetapi kamu tidak mungkin dapat mengatasi kasih seorang ibu dan napa. Kamu menyayangi kami selepas kamu bijak, tetapi kami mengasihi kamu sebelum kami lahir

Kau tahu, sesungguhnya Tuhan telah mati bagi mereka yang kecewa.

Kebahagiaan dan rasa sedih itu terkadang tidak ada bedanya. sama-sama membuat tidak bisa tidur. Hanya saja rasa bahagia tidak membuat tubuh melakukan gerakan resah atau helaan napas panjang. Rasa gembira hanya membuat sesak.

Kota-kota terus bergerak membangun modernitasnya. Ia hidup dari beku dan kekosongan sepertiku. Kota-kota yang di mata orang sepertiku, begitu mengejutkan dan menakutkan.

Things always happen for a reason, that’s what everybody says.” “But often, not for the reasons we wanted.” “Yeah, it’s like a rule of life, or something.” Dia menghela napas. “But I think believing that things happen for a reason makes it easier for us to keep going. Dengan menerima kenyataan, kita akan lebih mudah bergerak maju, mengecilkan ruang untuk rasa sesal.

Di pulau-pulau ajaib, hujan dijadikan makanan para cebol yang direndahkan dengan harapan mereka bisa tinggi setinggi langit yang menurunkan hujan.

Yang paling mencintai diriku adalah diriku sendiri.

Manusia selalu terkejut melihat dirinya berubah dari waktu ke waktu.

Selapis kelopak mata membatasi aku dan engkau Setiap napas mendekatkan sekaligus menjauhkan kita Engkau membuatku putus asa dan mencinta Pada saat yang sama

Keramaian membuatku lelah tak berniat melakukan apa-apa kecuali berjalan dan berjalan terus sampai mati.

Ah, kematian memang misteri. Bisa datang di mana saja, kapan saja. Jika bisa memaknai setiap napas hidup, kematian hanyalah sebuah lonceng untuk waktu yang telah tiada.

Dan kelak, di saat begitu banyak jalan terbentang di hadapanmu, dan kau tak tahu jalan mana yang harus kau ambil, janganlah memilihnya dengan asal saja, tetapi duduklah dan tunggulah sesaat. Tariklah napas dalam-dalam, dengan penuh kepercayaan, seperti saat kau bernapas di hari pertamamu di dunia ini. Jangan biarkan apa pun mengalihkan perhatianmu, tunggulah dan tunggulah lebih lama lagi. Berdiam dirilah, tetap hening, dan dengarkanlah hatimu. Lalu, ketika hati itu bicara, beranjaklah, dan pergilah ke mana hati membawamu.

Invalidating a woman’s life choices by saying things like, “Oh, but you’ll regret it if you don’t have kids,” or, “I didn’t think I wanted kids either until I had one,” is like me going to an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting and telling the newly sober that eventually when they grow old, they’ll want to take the edge off with a little gin and tonic and that if they could only just be mature enough to control themselves, they could go on a fun wine-tasting tour in the Napa Valley.

Saat dunia berpaling darimu, maka buanglah dunia dan hempaskan agar kau tidak memerlukannya lagi. Kebahagiaan bisa dicari dari dagin-daging dan bercinta.

Memaafkan. Kata yang lucu sekali, bukan?... Sesuatu yang sulit sekali diberikan. Padahal dengan melakukan itu berarti kita menyelamatkan hati kita sendiri. Pernahkah kau mendengar, bahwa ketika kau memaafkan seseorang, kau membuka lagi pintu rumah yang sebelumnya kau tutup rapat-rapat, yang telah membuat dirimu terperangkap dan kehabisan napas. Ketika kau memaafkan, kau pun bisa bernapas lagi. Dan hidup.

Alexander, me has roto el corazón. Pero por haberme llevado a tu espalda, por tirar de mi trineo de muerte, por darme tu último pedazo de pan, por el cuerpo que te destrozaste por mí, por el hijo que me has dado, por los veintinueve días que vivimos en el paraíso, por todas nuestras arenas blancas de Naples y nuestros vinos de Napa, por todos los días que has sido mi primer y mi último aliento, por Orbeli... Te perdonaré.

I'm blessed, for I have sinned with the best damned fuck in the universe.

Mungkin hidup bersama-sama dengan orang lain adalah cara yang tepat yang bisa memberikan napas lega di tengah dunia yang penuh dengan kegelapan dan kesesakan.

~“She likes my dog, doesn’t take my crap, and looks at me like I can be the kind of man Dad was. When she cooks…she wears this apron…And I love her so damn much that I have no idea how I’m suppose to wake up tomorrow and pretend like my life hasn’t just fucking ended” Marco Delucca

Selalu menyakitkan melihatmu dari kejauhan tanpa bisa menggapai, tapi obsesiku terhadapmu terasa menyenangkan. Memberiku napas. Memberiku sepercik semangat hidup.

Selagi darah mengalir dan napas mengembus, harapan tidaklah pernah sungguh-sungguh mati. Harapan adalah sepasang kaki yang menjejakkanmu pada dunia. Dan dia baru akan mati..., bila kamu juga sudah mati.

Bila kita berpisah ke mana kau aku tak tahu, sahabat atau turuti kelok-kelok jalan atau tinggalkan kota penuh merah flamboyan hanya bila kau lupa Ingat... pernah aku dan kau sama-sama daki gunung-gunung tinggi hampir kaki kita patah-patah napas kita putus-putus tujuan esa, tujuan satu: Pengabdian dan pengabdian kepada... ...Yang Maha Kuasa...

New Rule: The Napa Valley is Disneyland for alcoholics. Be honest, you're not visiting wineries in four days because you're an oenophile, you're doing it because you're a drunk. It's the only place in America where you can pass out in a stranger's house and it's okay, because it's a B&B and you paid for it.

Ah, Ibuk! Kau adalah hijau pepohonan yang menutupi kegersangan. Napas buat kehidupan.

Tapi, nyatanya keadaan memaksa ia harus berjibaku dengan waktu dan prioritas hidup yang berhubungan dengan napas orang lain.

Rindu itu ibarat kaos yang udah dua hari nempel dibadan kita. Mau dilepas cucian kotor udah numpuk, gak dilepas baunya bikin nyesek (napas).

Emosi negatif itu hanya bertahan pada satu menit pertama. Jika kita menarik napas dan melepaskannya perlahan, mencoba mengalihkannya dengan hal lain, reseptor negatif yang diterima hipotalamus di otak tidak akan dilanjutkan ke saraf simpatik; sebaliknya, akan bergerak menjauh, meluruh, dan akhirnya menghilang. (50)

Dalam peri kehidupan manusia, sebelum nasib sial menghantam bertubi-tubi, menganggur, tak lolos audisi, kena PHK, kena tipu, utang membelit, prahara rumah tangga, ekonomi sulit, berupa-rupa penyakit, tiada jeda menghantam sampai napas tersangkut di tenggorokan, lalu mati, nasib memanjakan manusia dengan satu masa yang hebat: SMA.

Jika Anda akan atau telah memulai satu perjuangan yang mantap untuk bisa menyejahterakan hidup, ajaklah pasangan untuk mengerti dan memahami passion Anda. Doa dan dukungan pendampingan sangat besar artinya untuk menambah kekuatan hati saat kita berjalan. Karena perjuangan memiliki jalan misterius. Perubahan cuaca bisa terjadi dalam rupa yang tidak kita duga. Keberadaan pasangan hidup yang suportif dan apresiatif terhadap apa yang kita buat akan begitu bermakna. Kita bisa merasakan perbedaan, berjuang dengan dukungan dan berjuang dalam tekanan adalah dua hal yang berbeda. Aku harus bersyukur bahwa diriku berjodoh dengan seseorang yang sangat memahami napas perjuanganku.

Di antara begitu banyak oksigen, kami memilih untuk menahan napas.

Olive trees grow in the same climate and soil conditions as grapes. The olive oil people have been up in Napa Valley all along, going, “Hey, how do we get a piece of this action?

If you can be happy for the joy in the lives of others, you will find more joy in your own life. Isn’t that neat? That means that instead of telling you that you first need to work on finding joy in your own life so that you can be happy for others, I’m saying, concentrate on the reverse. Be so incredibly happy for others! Things are going well for them! They are happy! You want them to be happy. You want to contribute to their happiness. It’s much easier this way. Trying to wring joy out of your own life right now might feel a bit like trying to wring sweet Napa Valley wine out of a rotten turnip.

He didn’t know it, but he had saved her, and hopefully he would never know the dire straits she’d been in when he met her. She had come to the Napa Valley to find a man like him. She had set her sights on Sam Marshall, but

Setiap kita adalah duta bagi Islam. Tiap kita adalah duta bagi Indonesia, bagi keluarga kita. Bila keberadaan ini belum bisa memberi maslahat, pastikan paling tidak kehadiran kita tak membawa mudharat. Ishlah dalam setiap desah napas.

Itu...nyalahin diri sendiri. Menganggap semua hal di dunia ini tanggung jawabmu. Ayolah, kamu manusia biasa. Kamu udah berusaha semampumu, tapi emang ada hal-hal yang di luar kemampuan kita. Dan, oh ya, satu lagi. Jangan bilang nggak apa-apa waktu kamu lagi kenapa-napa. It's Ok to not be Ok. Kamu nggak harus baik-baik aja terus. Raira

Karena...," dia menimbang-nimbang, "aku sudah menghabiskan berjam-jam waktuku bersamanya, dan aku menyukai setiap detiknya." "Jadi?" Hye-Ji menahan napas. "Jadi... aku berencana untuk memintanya membiarkanku menghabiskan lebih banyak waktu lagi bersamanya. Di masa depan. Setelah aku memberi tahu dia bahwa aku mencintainya, tentu saja.

Da, upravo tako, sve što imamo su sjećanja. Budućnost ne postoji, postoji samo "sada", a to "sada" nam neprekidno izmiče u budućnost. Nama ostaje samo prošlost, a ta prošlost je tek obična apstrakcija. Šta je zapravo ta prošlost, od čega se ona sastoji? Od sjećanja. A sjećanje je selektivno, ono je napa kostrukcija, mi biramo šta ćemo i kako pamtiti.

Jadilah rumahku, ke manapun aku berkelana, selalu berpulang padamu. Jadilah tanah tempatku berpijak, ke mana pun aku terbang, ku kan kembali pulang, kala lelah kukepak sayap. Bisakah kau menjadi udara, setiap hela nafas ini, kau ada. Bisakah kau menjadi kerlip lilin, kala gelap, kau keindahan sejati. Berlebihan jika kuminta semua itu? Cemasku… Kau menjadi persinggahan sesaat, yang kan terlupa? Atau kau serupa percik air yang hilang melewati sela-sela jariku? Bisa saja kau pendar, yang dalam sekejap mata, keindahannya memudar?

I figure any man who can walk away from you wasn’t a fucking man to begin with.

He’d take an inch and she’d end up buck naked with her boots on the dashboard of that old Christmas tree truck.

Trace Montgomery would’ve recognized Monique’s curves anywhere, but to have them literally drop out of the sky from a ladder shocked him senseless.

Hugo planned a five-course meal: smoked duck, oyster stew, roast beef with mashed yams, a salad of apples with beets and blue cheese, then chocolate banana cream pie. Rich, rich, and richer still. Ben made pitchers of martinis and set aside thirty-five bottles of a tried-and-true Napa cabernet, pure purple velvet, and an Oregonian pinot gris, grassy and effervescent.

We are supposed to consume alcohol and enjoy it, but we're not supposed to become alcoholics. Imagine if this were the same with cocaine. Imagine we grew up watching our parents snort lines at dinner, celebrations, sporting events, brunches, and funerals. We'd sometimes (or often) see our parents coked out of our minds the way we sometimes (or often) see them drunk. We'd witness them coming down after a cocaine binge the way we see them recovering from a hangover. Kiosks at Disneyland would see it so our parents could make it through a day of fun, our mom's book club would be one big blow-fest and instead of "mommy juice" it would be called "mommy powder" There'd be coke-tasting parties in Napa and cocaine cellars in fancy people's homes, and everyone we know (including our pastors, nurses, teachers, coaches, bosses) would snort it. The message we'd pick up as kids could be Cocaine is great, and one day you'll get to try it, too! Just don't become addicted to it or take it too far. Try it; use it responsibly. Don't become a cocaine-oholic though. Now, I'm sure you're thinking. That's insane, everyone knows cocaine is far more addicting than alcohol and far more dangerous. Except, it's not...The point is not that alcohol is worse than cocaine. The point is that we have a really clear understanding that cocaine is toxic and addictive. We know there's no safe amount of it, no such thing as "moderate" cocaine use; we know it can hook us and rob us of everything we care about...We know we are better off not tangling with it at all.

It was March in the Napa Valley, just under sixty miles north of San Francisco, and Joy Lammenais’s favorite time of year. The rolling hills were a brilliant emerald green, which would fade once the weather grew warmer, and get dry and brittle in the summer heat. But for now, everything was fresh and new, and the vineyards stretched for miles across the Valley. Visitors compared it to Tuscany in Italy, and some to France

plays a game with his wine-marketing classes at Napa Valley College. The students, most of whom have several years’ experience in the industry, are asked to rank six wines, their labels hidden by—a nice touch here—brown paper bags. All are wines Wagner himself enjoys. At least one is under $10 and two are over $50. “Over the past eighteen years, every time,” he told me, “the least expensive wine averages the highest ranking, and the most expensive two finish at the bottom.

Denver’s first permanent structure was said to be a saloon, and more beer is brewed here today than in any other American city, earning it the nickname the “Napa Valley of beer.” For one weekend in the fall it boasts the best selection on earth during the Great American Beer Festival, a New World Oktoberfest that gathers representatives from the nation’s best breweries to tap over 1,600 different kinds of beer—enough to get it listed in Guinness World Records for the most beers tapped in one place.

What I wrote was dark and unsettling at times, but that’s how my life had been. The only brightness and warmth I could remember was being in Napa. My memories of the beautiful connection Jamie and I had shared started coming back to me, coursing through my veins like a rushing river. I would daydream about his lips on my neck, so tender and warm, and his strong hands on my waist, making me feel safe. The story was about the pain we sometimes have to endure before the universe rewards us with real love. Through

Jika keadaan telah sangat buruk dan membuat kita kehabisan napas, jangan pernah ragu untuk mengulurkan tangan minta pertolongan. Depresi bukan kondisi yang bisa diremehkan dan bisa saja terjadi pada siapa pun. Mulailah dengan bersikap lebih sensitif pada orang-orang di sekitar. Apa yang mereka pikirkan, khawatirkan, dan takutkan. Dengan begitu, ini akan mencegah dan membuat kita berpikir ulang untuk tidak mengatakan hal-hal menyakitkan yang memicu kondisi seseorang menjadi depresi lalu memutuskan mengakhiri hidupnya.

And so, with a torn sleeve and a keyboard on which cigarette ash can rest, writers ended up arsonists of recycled material with a blanket over fast burning fires to send fragments of reality to the sky for people to manage any way they wish. Or can." (intro "Throwing Dice on a Chessboard

Her disillusionment with the business had intensified as the need to simplify her stories increased. Her original treatments for Blondie of the Follies and The Prizefighter and the Lady had much more complexity and many more characters than ever made it to the screen, and adapting The Good Earth had served as a nagging reminder of the inherent restraints of film. Frances found herself inspired by memories of Jack London, sitting on the veranda with her father as they extolled the virtues of drinking their liquor “neat,” and remembered his telling her that he went traveling to experience adventure, but “then come back to an unrelated environment and write. I seek one of nature’s hideouts, like this isolated Valley, then I see more clearly the scenes that are the most vivid in my memory.” So she arrived in Napa with the idea of writing the novel she started in her hospital bed with the backdrop of “the chaos, confusion, excitement and daily tidal changes” of the studios, but as she sat on the veranda at Aetna Springs, she knew she was still too close to her mixed feelings about the film business.48 As she walked the trails and passed the schoolhouse that had served the community for sixty years, she talked to the people who had lived there in seclusion for several generations and found their stories “similar to case histories recorded by Freud or Jung.” She concentrated on the women she saw carrying the burden in this community and all others and gave them a depth of emotion and detail. Her series of short stories was published under the title Valley People and critics praised it as a “heartbreak book” that would “never do for screen material.” It won the public plaudits of Dorothy Parker, Rupert Hughes, Joseph Hergesheimer, and other popular writers and Frances proudly viewed Valley People as “an honest book with no punches pulled” and “a tribute to my suffering sex.

Oedipa spent the next several days in and out of libraries and earnest discussions with Emory Bortz and Genghis Cohen. She feared a little for their security in view of what was happening to everyone else she knew. The day after reading Blobb's Peregrinations she, with Bortz, Grace, and the graduate students, attended Randolph Driblette's burial, listened to a younger brother's helpless, stricken eulogy, watched the mother, spectral in afternoon smog, cry, and came back at night to sit on the grave and drink Napa Valley muscatel, which Driblette in his time had put away barrels of. There was no moon, smog covered the stars, all black as a Tristero rider. Oedipa sat on the earth, ass getting cold, wondering whether, as Driblette had suggested that night from the shower, some version of herself hadn't vanished with him. Perhaps her mind would go on flexing psychic muscles that no longer existed; would be betrayed and mocked by a phantom self as the amputee is by a phantom limb. Someday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain color, a phrase in a ' letter, another lover. She tried to reach out, to whatever coded tenacity of protein might improbably have held on six feet below, still resisting decay-any stubborn quiescence perhaps gathering itself for some last burst, some last scramble up through earth, just-glimmering, holding together with its final strength a transient, winged shape, needing to settle at once in the warm host, or dissipate forever into the dark. If you come to me, prayed Oedipa, bring your memories of the last night. Or if you have to keep down your payload, the last five minutes-that may be enough. But so I'll know if your walk into the sea had anything to do with Tristero. If they got rid of you for the reason they got rid of Hilarius and Mucho and Metzger-maybe because they thought I no longer needed you. They were wrong. I needed you. Only bring me that memory, and you can live with me for whatever time I've got. She remembered his head, floating in the shower, saying, you could fall in love with me. But could she have saved him? She looked over at the girl who'd given her the news of his death. Had they been in love? Did she know why Driblette had put in those two extra lines that night? Had he even known why? No one could begin to trace it. A hundred hangups, permuted, combined-sex, money, illness, despair with the history of his time and place, who knew. Changing the script had no clearer motive than his suicide. There was the same whimsy to both. Perhaps-she felt briefly penetrated, as if the bright winged thing had actually made it to the sanctuary of her heart-perhaps, springing from the same slick labyrinth, adding those two lines had even, in a way never to be explained, served him as a rehearsal for his night's walk away into that vast sink of the primal blood the Pacific. She waited for the winged brightness to announce its safe arrival. But there was silence. Driblette, she called. The signal echoing down twisted miles of brain circuitry. Driblette! But as with Maxwell's Demon, so now. Either she could not communicate, or he did not exist.

About the Author Native San Franciscan Erika Lenkert fled the dot-community to find respite and great food and wine in Napa Valley. When she’s not writing about food, wine, and travel for the likes of Four Seasons Magazine or InStyle, or promoting her book The Last-Minute Party Girl: Fashionable, Fearless, and Foolishly Simple Entertaining, she’s in search of Wine Country pleasures to share with Frommer’s readers. She also remains subservient to her owners—two Siamese cats and most recently, her new daughter Viva. In addition to this guide, Erika authors and co-authors a number of other Frommer’s guides to California, including Frommer’s California and Frommer’s San Francisco

Kimchi Jeon There are many different kinds of Korean pancakes using vegetables, seafood, or meat in Korean cuisine. We call this type of pancake "jeon." Among them, this kimchi pancake snack is one of the most popular Korean pancakes. Today, I want to share some secrets to make really tasty kimchi pancakes with you. When I was little, I used to visit an aunt's house and she made kimchi pancakes for me. I love kimchi pancakes, and her kimchi pancakes were the best ever. She gave me some tips about how to make good kimchi jeon. Some people asked me, why I call some Korean dishes "pancakes," even though they are not sweet, and not even close to the American pancakes that you might be imagining. Another word that could describe Korean pancakes is "fritter" - batter mixed with different kinds of ingredients: vegetables, seafood, meat, and so on. Yield: 1/2 Dozen 8-inch Pancakes Main Ingredients 1 Cup All Purpose Flour 1/3 Frying Mix (or 1/3 Cup All Purpose Flour) 1 Cup Well Fermented Kimchi 1/3 Cup Kimchi Broth 1/4 Cup Milk 1/3 Cup Water 1 Egg 1 1/2 tsp Sugar 1/8 Generous tsp Salt Directions Chop 1 cup of kimchi into 1-inch pieces. The most important tip for delicious kimchi pancakes is using well-fermented kimchi. Sour (old) kimchi works great too. When you cut kimchi on your cutting board, the cutting board will get stained. Here is a tip: Put some wax paper on top of your cutting board before cutting the kimchi. :) In a bowl, add 1 cup of all-purpose flour and 1/3 cup of frying mix. To make the pancakes a little crispier, I like to add some frying mix to the batter. However if you don't have the frying mix or don't want a crispy texture, you can use another 1/3 cup of flour instead. Add 1 1/2 tsp of sugar and a generous 1/8 tsp of salt into the bowl. Mix everything together. Adding some sugar is a secret ingredient from my aunt. Depending on how salty your kimchi is, you might need to adjust the amount of salt. Pour 1/4 cup of milk and 1/3 cup of water into the dried ingredients. Milk is another secret ingredient from her, but if you cannot eat milk or do not have it, you can use another 1/4 cup of water instead. Add 1 egg and 1/3 cup of kimchi broth. Several people have asked, "What is kimchi broth?" While the kimchi is fermenting in the jar, a liquid forms from the fermentation process of the napa cabbage. That is what I call kimchi broth. You can use it for other kimchi dishes such as Kimchi fried rice or kimchi soup, so don't throw away your valuable kimchi broth. It will give these dishes an extra burst of kimchi flavor. Before you add the kimchi to the batter, stir the batter until it doesn't have any chunks and gets a consistency like pancake batter. Add 1 cup of chopped kimchi into the batter. If you don't have enough kimchi broth, you can add a little more water and kimchi to get enough flavor. Mix thoroughly. Oh, it already looks delicious, even without frying. In a non-stick pan, add generous amount of oil. Heat the pan on medium-high. I said generous! =P According to your pan size, get 1 or 2 scoops of batter and pour it into the pan. It is important to spread the batter out thinly for crispy pancakes. ;) When the surface of the pancake starts to cook, flip it over. Pressing the pancake with a spatula helps the pancake fry better and makes it crispier. Occasionally flip the pancake, but not too often. When both sides of the pancakes are nicely brown and crispy, it is done. Again, it is a very simple and delicious dish. You should try this someday, especially if you love kimchi.

But there’s a cheaper way to enjoy the con, and that is to take advantage of all the other factors that “trick” us into enjoying wine more. Like Troy Carter, you can ride to Napa and walk the vineyards before you buy a bottle. If you don’t live near wine country, you can talk to the manager of a wine store about the wines she loves. A nice pair of wine glasses, candles, and a picnic in a beautiful park all lend wine a refined air. All these strategies take advantage of the psychological biases that lead us to enjoy the same wine more than we would in other circumstances. And they do so without the rarefied price tag.

A bottle of Stag's Leap Artemis Cab was open and hardly touched. That would be Stag's Leap Wine Cellars, thought Sunny, not to be confused with Stags' Leap Winery or the Stags Leap District. How many hundreds of thousands, perhaps even millions, of dollars did the lawyers get to sort out that tangle of suits and countersuits? And, in the end, it all came down to the placement of an apostrophe. The place where one stag leaps versus the place where multiple stags leap versus the declarative statement that multiple stags are inclined to leap around these few acres where very good Cabernet Sauvignon grapes are grown.

Sometimes these non-wealthy non-Northeasterners (“white trash”) manage to stumble out of their shantytowns and trailer parks and Napa Valleys in order to vote, but most of the time they occupy themselves with basic cable, pornography, and the occasional trip to the demolition

Life was not always so peaceful and rewarding at NAPA (the office). Sometime during 1968, I cam back to the office and found the plate glass window shattered. I asked Ab what happened, and he strangely knew nothing.

Just live in the moment and drink in the love like a fine wine that leaves the memories of a million grapes ripening in the sun on the hillside of Napa Valley in the spring.

Ma'am, do you realize that the speed limit is 55 here?" "Yes, but, Officer, it's so HARD to drive only 55. The road is so straight. And the Scotch Broom is blooming." "Ma'am, this is a stretch of road with several vineyards and wineries along it. If you hit one of Sonoma County's best winemakers and knock him off, Napa will be all over us in an instant. We can't jeopardize our grape-growers.

What I wrote was dark and unsettling at times, but that’s how my life had been. The only brightness and warmth I could remember was being in Napa. My memories of the beautiful connection Jamie and I had shared started coming back to me, coursing through my veins like a rushing river. I would daydream about his lips on my neck, so tender and warm, and his strong hands on my waist, making me feel safe. The story was about the pain we sometimes have to endure before the universe rewards us with real love.

TIDBIT: At dinner with one of his daughters while researching this book, we learned that Bruce Willis drinks “nothing but Opus One,” a Cabernet Sauvignon-based Bordeaux-style blend from Napa Valley.

Even the simplest of cottages often picked up the decorative elements of the more formal styles as is evident in this Italianate cottage. Almost square, the one-story frame cottage at 543 Coombs duplicates the symmetry of the larger Italianates. Note also its low-pitched roof and projecting eaves supported by elaborate pierced and scrolled brackets. The molded window hoods supported by brackets top tall, narrow sash windows. The front porch could grace a much larger house with its molded cornice, columns, brackets, pierced arches, and turned balusters. In 1908, auctioneer J.T. Gamble lived

The point of business was to make just enough money to keep going, not to create a monster of productivity that chained a person to the wheels of power and stifled all creativity and imagination. Business should not be profit-driven; it should be idea-driven.

dressed in black slacks and a blue button-up and looking like the poster boy for Bad Boys of Wall Street, the hubba-hubba edition, was her man.

How was it possible for one room to contain so much hotness? One DeLuca was potent enough. The lot of them together packed enough testosterone to turn a convent of nuns. Even

Ciara Alexander thought she had her career all planned out - and she is well on her way to making it as a professional ballerina. Then, her latest fiery performance is immortalized in a beautiful painting, and pulls her in another direction - toward the hunky painter, and starting a family... Brandon’s Artistic Passion, Book 4 in The Underwoods of Napa Valley series.

Ah, kenapa aku jadi memikirkan anak itu. Napasnya makin lama makin berat. Mengajak otaknya berhenti bekerja. Menyisakan sebersit kalimat. Tapi ia benar ayu.

She’d been there, done that, already returned the T-shirt.

Face it, you’re a food snob.

She told Gabriel to call her G. Mama instead of Grandma because she felt too young for him to call her Grandma, even though she wore floral house dresses and house slippers every day.

No other way off the hill. He’d managed to get himself cornered. He stared at the stream of cars flowing west toward San Francisco and wished he were in one of them. Then he realized the highway must cut through the hill. There must be a tunnel…right under his feet. His internal radar went nuts. He was in the right place, just too high up. He had to check out that tunnel. He needed a way down to the highway—fast. He slung off his backpack. He’d managed to grab a lot of supplies at the Napa Bargain Mart: a portable GPS, duct tape, lighter, superglue, water bottle, camping roll, a Comfy Panda Pillow Pet (as seen on TV), and a Swiss army knife—pretty much every tool a modern demigod could want. But he had nothing that would serve as a

Gabriel, why don’t you help clear the table,” Carter offered. Courtney snapped her head to Carter. “Please don’t give orders to my nephew. That’s my job.

He gave her mischievous look.

What those women do in the name of literature. It gives reading a bad name.

Pengetahuanku tentang perempuan, baik sebagai pribadi maupun sebagai lembaga, sungguh tak berarti. Namun dengan daya tangkap yang masih sederhana aku dapat mengatakan ada perbedaan kesan antara perempuan terjaga dan perempuan tertidur. Lebih damai. Lebih teduh. Sepasang mata yang tertutup, lenyapnya garis-garis ekspresi membuat wajah Srintil makin enak dipandang. Bibir yang tampil dengan segala kejujurannya serta tarikan napas yang lambat dan teratur, membuat aku merasa berhadapan dengan citra seorang perempuan yang sebenarnya. Kelak aku mengetahui banyak orang berusaha melukiskan citra sejati seorang perempuan. Mereka menggunakan sarana seni lukis patung atau seni sastra. Aku percaya para seniman itu keliru. Bila mereka menghendaki lukisan seorang perempuan dengan segala keasliannya, seharusnya mereka melukiskan perempuan yang sedang tidur nyenyak.

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I don’t think you know how much I’ve missed you.

You have no idea what mistletoe is, do you?” Monique put her hand on her hips. “Well, your customers probably won’t either after a few wine tastings.” L

We’ll go to Napa. I’ll be a better friend. A better man. Just don’t die on me. Maddox’s

You cannot die on me. Not now. Okay?” Ben’s voice broke because he simply wasn’t sure what else he could do for Maddox. He’d reached the limit of his medical training and was down to sheer prayer, but that was Maddox’s forte not his. “I’ll taste whatever recipes you want when we’re back home. We can go to Napa if that’s what you really want. Just don’t leave me.” Maddox

Happy Mind, Happy Home

Pour good into your children and they will become some flavor of right

He stepped across the remaining space that divided them. “So what do billionaire heiresses like to do in the Napa Valley?” She held his gaze. “Right now, probably the same thing as FBI agents from Brooklyn.” Enough said.

Such a shame that I didn’t get to say good-bye to my fellow inmates,” he said sarcastically. “Actually, Puchalski was the only guy I liked. I still can’t figure out what got into him.” As Jordan used her chopsticks to pick up a piece of hamachi, she decided it was best to get her brother off that topic as fast as possible. “Sounds like he just snapped.” “But why would he have a fork in his shoe?” Kyle mused. “That makes me think he was planning the attack, which doesn’t make sense.” Let it go, Kyle. She shrugged. “Maybe he always keeps a fork in his shoe. Who understands why any of these felon types do what they do?” “Hey. I am one of those felon types.” Grey tipped his glass of wine. “And who would’ve thought you would do what you did?” “It was Twitter,” Kyle mumbled under his breath. Maybe we should change the subject,” Jordan suggested, sensing the conversation could only spiral downward from there. “Okay. Let’s talk about you instead,” Grey said. “I never asked—how did Xander’s party go?” Now there was a potential land mine of a topic. “It went fine. Pretty much the same party as usual.” Except for a little domestic espionage. She threw Kyle a look, needing help. Change the subject. Fast. He stared back cluelessly. Why? She glared. Just do it. He made a face. All right, all right. “Speaking of wine, Jordo, how was your trip to Napa?” Great. Leave it to her genius of a brother to pick the other topic she wanted to avoid. “I visited that new winery I told you about. We should have a deal this week so that my store will be the first to carry their wine in the Chicago area.” Grey’s tone was casual. “Did you bring Tall, Dark, and Smoldering with you on the trip?” Jordan set down her chopsticks and looked over at her father. He smiled cheekily as he took a sip of his wine. “You read Scene and Heard, too?” she asked. Grey scoffed at that. “Of course not. I have people read it for me. Half the time, it’s the only way I know what’s going on with you two. And don’t avoid the question. Tell us about this new guy you’re seeing. I find it very odd that you’ve never mentioned him.” He fixed his gaze on her like the Eye of Sauron. Jordan took a deep breath, suddenly very tired of the lies and the secret-agent games. Besides, she had to face the truth at some point. “Well, Dad, I don’t know if you have to worry about Tall, Dark, and Smoldering anymore. He’s not talking to me right now.” Kyle’s face darkened. “Tall, Dark, and Smoldering sounds like a moron to me.” Grey nodded, his expression disapproving. “I agree. You can do a lot better than a moron, kiddo.” “Thanks. But it’s not that simple. His job presents some . . . challenges.” That was definitely the wrong thing to say. “Why? What kind of work does he do?” her father asked immediately. Jordan stalled. Maybe she’d overshot a little with the no more lies promise. She threw Kyle another desperate look. Do something. Again. Kyle nodded. I’m on it. He eased back in his chair and stretched out his intertwined hands, limbering up his fingers. “Who cares what this jerk does? Send me his e-mail address, Jordo—I’ll take care of it. I can wreak all sorts of havoc on Tall, Dark, and Smoldering’s life in less than two minutes.” With an evil grin, he mimed typing at a keyboard. Their father looked ready to blow a gasket. “Oh no—you do not get to make the jokes,” he told Kyle. “Jordan and I make the jokes. You’ve been out of prison for four days and I seriously hope you learned your lesson, young man . . .

in Napa County. I eventually lost focus on the dome project and ended up busking with another friend on the streets of Berkeley—he played accordion, I played violin and ukulele and struck ironic poses. It was successful. I realized that at that time I was more interested in irony than utopia.

He said wouldn't it be brilliant to have a food emporium on the ground floor of Fenton's, like Harrods, but have everything organic and locally grown." Diana paused to let the idea sink in. "I said not the ground floor of course, Fenton's isn't a supermarket, but the basement has been a dead zone for years. A whole floor dedicated to stationery when no one writes letters anymore." "A food emporium," Cassie repeated. "Fresh fish caught in the bay, oysters, crab when it's in season. Counters of vegetables you only find in the farmers market, those cheeses they make in Sonoma that smell so bad they taste good. Wines from Napa Valley, Ghirardelli chocolates, sourdough bread, sauces made by Michael Mina and Thomas Keller. Everything locally produced. And maybe a long counter with stools so you could sample bread and cheese, cut fruit, sliced vegetables. Not a true cafe because we'd keep the one on the fourth floor. It would have more the feel of a food bazaar, with the salespeople wearing aprons and white caps." Cassie closed her eyes and saw large baskets of vegetables, glass cases filled with goat cheese and baguettes, stands brimming with chocolate-covered strawberries.

The following are all foods you should feel welcome to eat freely (unless, of course, you know they bother your stomach): Alliums (Onions, Leeks, Garlic, Scallions): This category of foods, in particular, is an excellent source of prebiotics and can be extremely nourishing to our bugs. If you thought certain foods were lacking in flavor, try sautéing what you think of as that “boring” vegetable or tofu with any member of this family and witness the makeover. Good-quality olive oil, sesame oil, or coconut oil can all help with the transformation of taste. *Beans, Legumes, and Pulses: This family of foods is one of the easiest ways to get a high amount of fiber in a small amount of food. You know how beans make some folks a little gassy? That’s a by-product of our bacterial buddies chowing down on that chili you just consumed for dinner. Don’t get stuck in a bean rut. Seek out your bean aisle or peruse the bulk bin at your local grocery store and see if you can try for three different types of beans each week. Great northern, anyone? Brightly Colored Fruits and Vegetables: Not only do these gems provide fiber, but they are also filled with polyphenols that increase diversity in the gut and offer anti-inflammatory compounds that are essential for disease prevention and healing. Please note that white and brown are colors in this category—hello, cauliflower, daikon radish, and mushrooms! Good fungi are particularly anti-inflammatory, rich in beta-glucans, and a good source of the immune-supportive vitamin D. Remember that variety is key here. Just because broccoli gets a special place in the world of superfoods doesn’t mean that you should eat only broccoli. Branch out: How about trying bok choy, napa cabbage, or an orange pepper? Include a spectrum of color on your plate and make sure that some of these vegetables are periodically eaten raw or lightly steamed, which may have greater benefits to your microbiome. Herbs and Spices: Not only incredibly rich in those anti-inflammatory polyphenols, this category of foods also has natural digestive-aid properties that can help improve the digestibility of certain foods like beans. They can also stimulate the production of bile, an essential part of our body’s mode of breaking down fat. Plus, they add pizzazz to any meal. Nuts, Seeds, and Their Respective Butters: This family of foods provides fiber, and it is also a good source of healthy and anti-inflammatory fats that help keep the digestive tract balanced and nourished. It’s time to step out of that almond rut and seek out new nutty experiences. Walnuts have been shown to confer excellent benefits on the microbiome because of their high omega-3 and polyphenol content. And if you haven’t tasted a buttery hemp seed, also rich in omega-3s and fantastic atop oatmeal, here’s your opportunity. Starchy Vegetables: These hearty vegetables are a great source of fiber and beneficial plant chemicals. When slightly cooled, they are also a source of something called resistant starch, which feeds the bacteria and enables them to create those fantabulous short-chain fatty acids. These include foods like potatoes, winter squash, and root vegetables like parsnips, beets, and rutabaga. When was the last time you munched on rutabaga? This might be your chance! Teas: This can be green, white, or black tea, all of which contain healthy anti-inflammatory compounds that are beneficial for our microbes and overall gut health. It can also be herbal tea, which is an easy way to add overall health-supportive nutrients to our diet without a lot of additional burden on our digestive system. Unprocessed Whole Grains: These are wonderful complex carbohydrates (meaning fiber-filled), which both nourish those gut bugs and have numerous vitamins and minerals that support our health. Branch out and try some new ones like millet, buckwheat, and amaranth. FOODS TO EAT IN MODERATION

He’d managed to grab a lot of supplies at the Napa Bargain Mart: a portable GPS, duct tape, lighter, superglue, water bottle, camping roll, a Comfy Panda Pillow Pet (as seen on TV), and a Swiss army knife—pretty much every tool a modern demigod could want.

Every fall God turns water into wine in France and Chile and the Napa Valley.

In the early seventies I starred in a full-length horror film called 'Killer Bees,' made specifically for television, and although I read the script with trepidation, I ended up thinking it was terrific and said yes. I played a German woman, the mother of Craig Stevens. We shot the film in Hollywood and on location in the beautiful Napa Valley above San Francisco. We saved the scenes with the bees for last, as Mr. DeMille had saved the lion for last in 'Male and Female.' The picture turned out to be a classic in the genre, I think, and it is rerun frequently in America and abroad. People always ask me, 'Weren't you terrified to do those scenes with the bees?' I always want to say, Not as terrified as I was to have a lion put his paw on my back in 1919, but instead I explain that I was really worried only about my ears, so I put cotton in them, and that anyway the bees were sluggish at the start, when they put them all over me, and only came alive as the lights warmed them up. Furthermore, we were told that they had all their stingers removed, but that is the kind of information it is always hard to believe.

Aku kepengen jalan berdua lagi sama kamu setelah kita sama-sama di Jakarta nanti. Like, dating you properly, Mikela Chalid.” Dia menarik napas panjang, lalu mengembuskannya pelan. “Aku ingin kenal kamu lebih jauh, lebih dalam. Aku ingin tahu lebih dari sekadar makanan favorit, warna favorit, atau hobimu. Aku ingin tahu bagaimana caranya membahagiakanmu, apa yang mesti aku hindari supaya nggak membuatmu menangis. Aku ingin tahu cerita-cerita remeh setelah lulus sekolah. Aku ingin mendengar masa-masa buruk yang membuatmu down, atau ketika kamu patah hati. Aku ingin tahu rahasiamu, isi hatimu. Cinta pertama dan patah hati terakhirmu. Aku ingin tahu semuanya dan tak berencana mundur selangkah pun.” “....” “Because if I date you, I want it to last.” Miki menemukan sesuatu di mata Jeron, lidah-lidah api semangat yang dia nggak yakin bisa padam dengan mudah. “If I date you, I’m dating you with a purpose.

Tanah ini adalah darah dan napas kita. Tanah ini ialah mata pencarian kita. Selama ini dia menghidupi kita yang miskin dan menyumpal perut kita dengan tanaman yang ia tumbuhkan di atasnya. Bukan mereka. Siapa mereka itu? Siapa kita ini? Apakah kita dianggap dan diperhitungkan di negeri ini? Kita tak lebih dari sampah yang diinjak-injak dan disingkirkan.

Ciri-ciri orang yang sedang jatuh cinta adalah merasa bahagia dan sakit pada waktu bersamaan. Merasa yakin dan ragu dalam hela napas. Merasa senang sekaligus cemas menunggu hari esok.

of the next few months. Jane would be in the hospital for at least six weeks and a wheelchair for months after that. There was no way she could manage the stairs of their San Francisco house in a wheelchair, nor could Nanny. They would have to stay in Napa, and he didn’t hate the idea for entirely other reasons. ‘Why don’t you stay out

The Oak Forest mushrooms for the langoustine didn't arrive in time, so we've substituted with enoki mushrooms from Champagne Farms. Also, we are adding an entrée to the menu tonight. It's lemon pine-nut-encrusted sea scallops with a celery mousse and my signature vinaigrette. It took three months to get it right, and the end result is phenomenal. So sell it." Alain paused while the servers took notes. "In wines, we're out of the Napa Valley El Molino, the Talenti, and the Chateau Margeaux '86." Alain paused and, while the servers wrote furiously in their pads, my thoughts wandered. I tried picturing the customers who might have opinions about Oak Forest mushrooms compared to those from Champagne Farms. Did they wear tweed and bifocals? Or were they übermodern with sculpured haircuts and electronic cigarettes? I shook my head, annoyed with myself and my train of thought. Let the mushroom people be mushroom people, I chastised myself. You signed up for this gig, Charlie, remember? You're living your dream, remember? Alain changed gears for a second and threw out a quiz question, one of his more sadistic rituals during family meal. "What are the six ingredients in the jalapeño emulsion we serve with the salmon?" Silence. A blonde in the back ventured, "Jalapeño, olive oil, shallots...?" More silence. "Fleur de sel, ground pepper, lemon juice," Alain finished for her, giving her an icy glance over his bearish nose. "Wake up, people. All right, here's an easy one. What's the difference between jamón ibérico and prosciutto?" Four hands went up, and Wade got it right. "Jamón ibérico is dry-cured from black Iberian pigs in Spain, not to be confused with jamón serrano, which comes from a less expensive white pig. Prosciutto is also dry-cured, but it is from Italy. It is the common man's gourmet ham, which is why we don't serve it." Wade finished with a cock of the head and a high-five with another server. Alain snorted. "Thank you for the editorial comment. Please keep it to yourself, however, when recommending the melon and jamón ibérico appetizer." He spent the next five minutes grilling the staff on the origin of our rice vinegar, what dessert wine paired best with Felix's raspberry brûlée, and the correct serving temperature of the parsnip purée.

It only took a few months for word to spread and for daughters and wives of vintners across the state to unite, and the ladies of St. Helena created one of the most extensive bootlegging operations in California. And they’d ruled the domestic wine market ever since.

the white painted line that separated Mr. Craver’s part of the store—the butcher’s shop—from Mrs. Craver’s part—everything else. The specialty grocer had been around since 1894 and the Cravers for about as long. Marilee asked for a divorce about a year after they were married, and Biff denied her request on the grounds that the divorce would make his wife happy. Livid, Marilee painted a white line down the middle of the store and told her husband that if he ever crossed the line she’d claim crime of passion. And the fighting had been going on ever since.