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Today at 11 AM in the winery we needed to empty out the big tanks that the wine chills (chills like HANGIN OUT chills, not like gets cold chills) in for ten months before going into the big wooden barrels for however many more months. The wine that is left in the very bottom of the tanks after all the barrels are filled isn’t much, but because everything settles at the bottom it is the most harsh tasting, strongest alcoholic percentage, most impure of the batch. Instructions are to drain the tanks and dispose of it. So I drank 1.5 pints of wine at this time. It was goooood. Lunch was gooooood. Mowing the immense property’s lawn in the hot sun for three hours = priceless. I managed to get sunburnt on the tops of my nose and shoulders and backs of my calves but still can’t manage to get a tan. I keep assuring them that NO, not all Canadians are this pale, this is just me personally.

Here is an olive from one of their plants. If I wanted to I could just eat it now, but I thought I would give it a chance. I’ve tasted olive oil, like very unprocessed, fresh, ripe olive oil and it actually has a kind of spicy aftertaste.

Things are just amazing like that here though. The other day their neighbour drove over to deliver some of their fresh cow’s cheese. Like, a Tupperware that someone might bring some Nanaimo bars over in was full of their very own cows’ fresh CHEESE. I was floored but the family just shoved it in the fridge with the rest of the local prociutto, pecorino, pomodori secci, homemade Limoncello, etc. Needless to say mama’s gon need a second seat home on the airplane.