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Whilst admiring (and photographing) a Saturday night feast, the golden gleam of the chardonnay distracted me mightily. Maybe it was the drops suspended or the nubbly terrain of the place mat.

A glass of chardonnay gleams golden.

And a glass of white wine 'tis a rare sight at the homestead. (I prefer my vino with its skin intact.) So I might as well be distracted by and admiring of it—while I can.

Flavors of thyme, roux, shrimp, and vegetable intermingle in the dish known as shrimp étouffée.

Her plate

His plate

Drops of rain stud the edges of a pine needle.

A bloom before its due is weighed down by an icy winter rain.