What’s a Monday without a weekend recap post?
I spent my Saturday at the Vintage Indiana Wine Festival, held at Military Park in downtown Indianapolis. Twenty-nine different Indiana wineries giving samples of delicious vino all afternoon long? That is what my heaven looks like. Saturday was my first time attending, and it certainly won’t be my last. After all, I am now the proud owner of a wine yoke. That makes me a professional.
I typically prefer dry white wines, like Chardonnay and Pinot Grigio, however I was strangely drawn to the sweet wines at Vintage Indiana. It’s probably because it was a beautiful warm day, but I think I found a new appreciation for chilled fruit wines (my favorite? Cranberry from French Lick Winery). I left as the proud owner of four new bottles – none of which I would normally buy. I think that means the day was a success, right?
Sunset Blush Rose | Buck Creek Winery
Vignoles | Rettig Hill Winery
Native American Blush | Thomas Family Winery
Gale’s Hard Cider | Thomas Family Winery
Since the Mr. was at the boy’s state track meet all day/night on Friday, and I was gone all day on Saturday, we decided to spend our Sunday by doing a little fishing at my parent’s pond. Now, I hate fish. I don’t want to be near them, I don’t want to touch them, and I most definitely don’t want to eat them. I’ll throw my line in just for fun, but I practically never catch anything. If I manage to pull in a baby blue gill, someone else has to take it off the hook because… no.
Which, that’s exactly what I was doing on Sunday. I was making a terrible attempt to pull in a little bitty fish when I accidentally (or professionally, depending on how you look at it) managed to catch a freaking WHALE.
I’m pretty sure that bass ate the baby fish I was trying to reel in, and I managed to catch two at once. Now, my husband is 6’3″ and has the arms of a monkey… if that says anything about how big this fish was. We’re guessing it was 10 lbs., but I can’t say for sure because I wouldn’t go anywhere NEAR that thing.
Pretty sure my mom and Courtny are still laughing at my squeals.
Kicking “bass ass” was followed by family dinner, which was followed by a few games of PIG in the barn. I beat Mr. Cotten, for the record. My 89-year old grandpa managed to make one shot, which of course nailed Dorothy in the head. My little sister proceeded to make fun of my middle school skillz.
She’s just jealous. 😉
With that, happy Monday everyone! We’ve got a big week coming up, and it was nice to have a laid back weekend. Tell me, in the spirit of the wine festival, what is your favorite vino for a relaxing summer evening?
oh my god, I love reaction pictures when people catch fish — yours is too cute!!
I like the Easley winery’s reggae blush. It has to be chilled but it is so refreshing 😉
Samantha Cotten says
Oooo! I completely forgot about Reggae Blush! That’s a good one!