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The Winemaker
I became an assistant winemaker in first grade. My Uncle George was the winemaker. He had torn up his suburban front lawn and covered it
I became an assistant winemaker in first grade. My Uncle George was the winemaker. He had torn up his suburban front lawn and covered it
Poutine is Quebecois for “cold fries and gravy.” At least it should be. Pretentious chefs have glorified poutine way beyond its roots in the frozen
Uncle George described himself proudly as a “fallen” Catholic. George’s revolt against the conservative establishment of the Catholic Church may have been inevitable. George had