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Brittany (Brittany & Kendall) calls in with her reaction to Taylor's engagement. Plus, the Zoe Kravitz & Harry Styles (Kryles) publationship has shifted into makeout mode, and we try Athena's Whipped Feta from Dino's Gyros (amazing).See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

The Minnesota State Fair gets its first Food Porn 5-star review! See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Dawn's got an update on Wendy Williams. Bradley checks in with Stormer on his Food Porn planning for the state fair... which starts on Thursday! The Dirt Alert has some hot gossip about Sarah Jessica Parker. The blinds are full of the latest on Justin Bieber's friends. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Nestled in the picturesque Livermore Valley, Charles R Vineyards offers a serene escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. For over four decades, the Bartlett family has called this enchanting valley home. Their journey into the world of wine began in 2002 as a humble wine storage cellar, eventually blossoming into a full-fledged winery. This deep-rooted connection to the land imbues every visit with the warmth and familiarity of seeing an old friend. Our tasting room is a hidden treasure, nestled between the rolling hills at the end of Greenville Road. It's a place where the road less traveled leads to unforgettable experiences. The winery exudes a relaxed country charm, inviting you to unwind and savor the moment. Picture yourself sitting on our beautiful garden patio, a glass of our hand-crafted, award-winning wine in hand, as you soak in the tranquil surroundings. At Charles R Vineyards, we take pride in showcasing the Livermore Valley's rich terroir. Our grapes are sourced from this very land, allowing us to offer a range of classic varietals alongside some lesser-known gems. Each bottle is a testament to the valley's unique climate and soil, crafted with passion and precision to ensure the highest quality. Whether you're a seasoned wine enthusiast or a curious newcomer, our winery offers a welcoming atmosphere for all. We invite you to explore our selection, each sip revealing the dedication and love that goes into every bottle. Come, sit a spell, and let us share our passion for wine with you at Charles R Vineyards—where every visit feels like coming home. The Caires estate offers spectacular views of rolling hills stretched out among painted skies, creating the perfect setting for growing the most delectable yet unpretentious wines California has to offer. Three microclimates and a diverse terroir, ranging from a low, cold creek bed to a rocky hillside slope — replete with an interesting clay and static soil makeup — contribute layers of complexity and depth to BoaVentura wines. BoaVentura wines are truly handmade. The grapes are hand-picked by family and friends, and Brett and Monique take pride in crafting wines that BoaVentura Baptiste de Caires would be proud of. After all, his spirit is manifested in the name of the winery, Boa Ventura, or “Good Venture.”

Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 1 Pandemic Survivors, Harems and the Pacific Northwest. Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. To combat the deadly Duo Halo virus, the government will change the lives of Harrison Black and his friends out in the hills of Oregon. In return, Harrison finds a new purpose to his life in the midst of losing his family history. The House Guest. I glanced away again, relatively certain that Erica hadn't noticed my involuntary glance down at her cleavage but not overly worried. The grocery store parking lot was only half full, but we were waiting out front and I felt like we were in a bread line in Soviet Russia. The only good news was that it was a warm spring for Oregon State, and a clear day, so Erica and I weren't bundled up in jackets or anything. Of course, we were still getting used to the masks. "This feels ridiculous," Erica said, adjusting the bandana covering her lower face. She'd done her makeup as usual, with soft but smoky eyeshadow, and her thick dark hair was pulled back in a messy bun. Erica was a well-put-together lady, with the hips and bust of a woman who had aged perfectly into her thirties. I'd known her through our late twenties, and I wasn't ashamed to say I thought she'd only gotten hotter with time. Her black jeans clung to her hips and ass, and the black sweater she was wearing unzipped over a ripped band t-shirt accented the v of her cleavage that I'd been trying not to glance at. "At least it's not the middle of winter," I said. "Imagine this going on in January, in a snowstorm?" "We'll never need to see that," said the old man in front of us in line. He was wearing a hunting gaiter, but it was riding low on his upper lip. "This ain't the first virus, it won't be the last. Couple of weeks and the panic will die down. We'll have practically forgotten it by the fall, I bet." "Hopefully," Erica nodded. They'd announced the quarantine two weeks ago, and it had gone into effect last week. My roommate Leo and I had invited Erica, his sister, up from Portland; she was going to be cooped up in her apartment alone for the two-week shutdown and we had plenty of space on my old family property. Erica had made the drive the day before the statewide quarantine kicked in, having locked up the Tattoo Parlor she managed, and it had been a week of sun, hiking and ATV tours through the property, along with teaching her how to throw an axe and shoot some archery. Next week we were planning to show her the ropes on gun safety, and let her try out some of my grandfather's old hunting rifles. Erica was game for it all, and it felt like a mini vacation for all three of us. What Leo and I hadn't planned for was making meals for three instead of two, and so now a week in Erica and I were braving a trip into town trying to figure out exactly what we were and weren't supposed, or allowed, to do. Erica turned to say something to me, but her sentence was cut off by the heavy thrum and backfiring of a pair of ugly pickups rumbling into the parking lot of the grocery store on jacked-up wheels, halfway to 'monster truck.' They parked near the back, near my own truck, both vehicles with the stupid 'truck nuts' swinging from the hitches on the back and one of them with a big confederate flag sticker in the back window. "Jesus, I thought rednecks were supposed to come from the South," Erica muttered. "There are rednecks in every part of every country," I sighed. "Ask me about German rednecks sometime. Those people are weird." Five men unloaded from the two pickups, and I could see someone still sitting inside one of the cabs. I immediately took in everything I needed to know about the men; my brain couldn't shut off the instinct. Five military-aged males, three who looked like they could handle a bit of a fight. None of them were carrying firearms, no obvious sign of concealed weapons, but several had utility knives sheathed on their belts. Not that uncommon out here in the foothills of western Oregon. Three of them were wearing army surplus combat boots, one was wearing what looked like steel-toe construction boots, and one was wearing hiking boots. Their clothes were blue-collar casual. Rough, in other words. None of them were wearing any form of a mask. The debate was still out in the news; first, we were supposed to wear masks, then they said it wasn't going to be helpful, and now they were saying wearing masks might be the most important thing. Everyone seemed confused about the issue, but everyone in line outside the grocery store was wearing one of some sort or other. "Are they seriously going to just?" Erica muttered. The rednecks were heading straight for the entrance to the store, looking to bypass the ten or so folks in line ahead of us and another six behind us. I could see the panic in the eyes of the pimple-faced teen manning the door. He had no fucking clue what to do about it. "Ah, shit," I muttered, already stepping out of line. "Harrison," Erica cautioned me. "It's not worth it. What's the point?" "If not me, then who?" I asked her, then raised my fingers to my lips and blasted a whistle that echoed across the parking lot. Everyone turned and looked at me. All the folks in line, the rednecks as they were about to bull their way past the boy, and the beleaguered kid who I'd already watched bumble through explaining the line to annoyed people, let these alone belligerent assholes. "Hey," I yelled, but tried to keep my voice more friendly than commanding. "How about you guys show some respect to the folks out here and just grab a spot in line?" "How about you suck my nuts? We aren't sheeple, we know our rights," one of them yelled. "Yeah, this place can't deny us service, we've got rights," another shouted. "There's a difference between rights and being polite," I said. "Old folks are waiting to get their groceries, you boys can wait fifteen minutes." "You got a problem with us?" Another one shouted. "You know who the fuck we are?" "Harrison," Erica sighed. "I ain't got a goddamn clue who you are," I said. "And I don't care beyond the fact that you're acting like assholes." Two of them immediately started coming towards me down the line, the other three hesitating a moment before following. Fuck. I'd been hoping they were just some bully idiots, but the two in the lead were way angrier than they should have been. "Take a few steps back and don't get involved, E," I said quietly. "I'll be fine, but you can't get involved, Okay?" "Harry, what the actual fuck? There are five of them. This is a fucking parking lot. We should just call the cops!" she whispered back. "I'd listen to your fella," the old guy in the gaiter said. "We got one State Trooper somewhere in thirty square miles of here; would likely take too long to do any good." "You wanna say that to my face, you fucking fuck?" one of the men said. I'd taken a few more steps out of line, and he got up within a foot of me with his teeth bared and a fist raised threateningly. "I'm a god damned sovereign citizen, and I got every right to protect my dignity, honor and good name against fucks like you." "Yeah," I said, looking down at him as I breathed in deep and let my full size loom over him. The guy was probably 6'1 or so, but I was 6'6 in my stockings and had an extra couple inches over that from my own hiking boots. "I said you guys are acting like assholes, and otherwise I could give one single shit about who you think you are." "You motherfucker, I'm gonna," "Harrison?" One of the three guys in the back asked. He was one of the ones I'd identified as not being much of a fighter. "Harrison Black, right? You played Defensive End at Eisenhower." "Uh, yeah," I said. "That was a while ago though..." "Oh man, dude. It's me, Barry O'Callahan. I was a year behind you," the guy said. "Guys, this dude almost single-handedly ran our high school defense. Didn't you end up joining the military or something?" "Yeah, yeah," I said, squinting and looking at Barry. "Really? Barry O?" "Heh, yeah I filled out a bit since I was a junior," the man laughed, his gut jiggling with the effort. "And then I filled out a bit more. How are you doing, man? When did you get out of the service?" "Well, I'm doing fine, Barry. Been out going on seven years. But this is a bit awkward," I said. The interruption had been as confusing a moment for the two hotheads in their group as it had been for me. They were looking back and forth between us, trying to decide if they were still mad at me, or mad at Barry, or were just giving it up. "Oh, yeah. Uh, don't worry guys, Harrison is cool, Okay?" Barry said. "Dude, are you just in the area visiting or what?" "I've been up at the family place for the last few years since Pop died," I said. "Oh man, I'm sorry," Barry said. "But hey, can't believe we didn't run into each other until now. Who'd a thunk, huh? Here dude, you should come out to the clubhouse sometime. We'll grab some brews, catch a game or something." Barry pulled a crumpled matchbook out of his shirt pocket and handed it to me. The front had a WWII-style blonde pinup girl on a navy background with a white star behind her, invoking the flag. The Golden Beaver and an address was printed in tiny letters on the backside. It would have been a funnier innuendo if they weren't referencing the Oregon state flag. "Yeah, maybe," I said. "Come on, guys," Barry said, slapping his two hot head friends on the shoulders. "Let's get in line. Nice seeing you, Harrison." "Yeah, you too Barry," I said. And then shook my head as the five men headed back towards the end of the line. "What the fuck was that?" Erica asked me as I joined her back in line, and we moved up a couple spaces as the teen at the door let more people into the store. "Honestly, I thought I was about to spend the night in county lockup," I said. "Fuckin' Barry O." "He seemed like a fan of yours," Erica smirked. "Big high school football star, huh?" "I was a little above average at best," I said. "And I wasn't an idiot. Easy to look good when the rest of the team sucks." I looked down at the matchbook again and shook my head, showing it to Erica. She snorted and took it. "Is this real? Please tell me you aren't going to go join their little redneck club." "Not likely," I said. "It's a wannabe militia group. Bunch of swinging cocks with no sway." "What?" "Cause they're so small. It's a tiny penis joke." Erica smirked again and rolled her eyes. "You child. Can you do me a favor?" "What's that?" I asked. "Maybe, for the foreseeable future, you keep the whole Walking Tall routine to a minimum?" "I'm sorry, did you just make a Dwayne Johnson, early 2000s movie reference?" "Yeah, I did," Erica grinned. "What are you going to do about it?" "We need to get you to watch some better movies," I laughed. "Hey, son," the old man ahead of us said quietly. "Seriously, could you have taken those guys?" I glanced back at them at the end of the line, muttering to each other. "Probably, if I was right. If I got three of them, the other two wouldn't have done anything." "Heh. Would have liked to have seen that," the old man grinned. "Don't encourage him," Erica said. "He hasn't gotten into a fight on my watch yet, I don't want him to start now." "Yeah," I said. "But that's mostly because you're the one who usually starts throwing punches at the bar." "Hey, a guy gets handsy, I put him in his place," Erica shrugged. "No 'Walking Tall' shit, my ass," I snorted. "You two make a fine, rowdy couple," the old man said. "Oh, we're not a couple," Erica said. "Just friends," I said. "He's my brother's roommate," Erica clarified. "I'm just visiting." The old man raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Alright. Well, maybe you two should consider toning down the flirting then. You're likely to attract bears with all the hormones you're putting out." "Erica, Erica! No, you cannot punch him," I said, holding her back. "Hey, Erica? Can we talk to you for a minute?" Erica looked up from her phone with a cocked eyebrow and a pensive smile. I immediately realized how weird and out of character our approach was. She was lounging on the couch in the living room, her sketchbook tossed to the side with a half-finished something scribbled out in frustration like she'd been trying to work but just couldn't get it right. I knew how she felt, having had the same frustrations ever since the quarantine had been announced. "Sure guys, what's up?" she asked. I let Leo sit down next to his sister on the couch as she sat up, and I took my usual chair. It had been my Father's up until he passed; I'd avoided it the first month after he died and I took over the family homestead. Then when my older sister Valerie and her family came to stay for that summer, she practically pushed me into it. 'It's just a chair,' became our catchphrase for the summer as we sorted through the belongings of our parents and grandparents. "I'm sorry," I said as I settled into the chair. "This is already coming off weird. Erica, it's nothing." "You're making it seem like it's something," Erica said. She turned to her twin. "What's going on?" Leo and Erica were both a couple of years older than me, but once you were into your early thirties that kind of stuff meant a lot less. Leo had the looks of a classic Italian paisan with thick dark hair, a hawk beak of a nose and bushy eyebrows. He was built thin and a little lanky, and was usually ready with an eager smile and word of encouragement for anyone he met. That's probably why we'd gotten along so well when we started rooming together; his positive attitude had been just what I needed coming out of the Army. Erica had a lot of the same features as her brother; the thick dark hair, the ready smile, the energetic sparkle in her eyes; but she also had a sensuality to her that I can't say I'd ever noticed in Leo. She was a little more patient, a little more sure of herself and willing to take charge of things. And that control went all the way to her fitness, as she hadn't let herself slide even through quarantine. Leo sighed. "No, it's nothing. Well, I mean I guess it's something, but it's not," "How about we just say it, instead of talking about talking about it?" I said. "Yeah," Erica nodded. "How about that?" "Well, uh, Harrison?" Leo looked at me, which I guess was fair considering this was my house at the end of the day. "Erica, we're almost a month into the quarantine now," I said. "I know that when we invited you down out of the city to stay with us, it was supposed to only be for a couple of weeks. 'Two weeks to flatten the curve' and all that shit. But things don't seem to be getting any better." "No, it's fine," Erica said, sitting up straighter in her seat and pulling away from her brother. "I know I've been imposing on you guys. It's fine, I can head back down to Portland and I'll just," "Jesus Christ, Erica," Leo said. "We're not kicking you out." "You're not?" she asked. I realized that she was clenching her fists in her lap so hard she was trembling slightly. "Not a shot, E," I said. "We just wanted to make sure that you knew we want you to stay as long as you want or need. We love having you here." For the first time in my life, I saw Erica's lower lip tremble. "Really?" she asked. Back in the city she was the manager of one of the most successful tattoo and piercing parlors in the state, herding artsy workers that acted like cats with constant access to catnip. Erica was firm but fair with her artists, managed a clientele that ran the gamut from rich and entitled assholes to meth'd out deadbeats, and kept her own skills sharp with constant discipline and practice. Every time we had hung out in the years before the quarantine, I'd always been struck by how forceful a personality she was; she could smack talk with the best of them, manhandle a drunk in a bar like an experienced bouncer, and laughed loud and full-bellied. Seeing her on the verge of tears was a shock, and I realized we probably should have had this talk two weeks ago. "Yes, of course we do," I said. "God, you're practically family, Erica. I don't think I could let you go back and stay in the city right now. We love you." The damn burst and as thick tears began to pour over her cheeks and streak her dark eyeliner she reached out and pulled Leo into a hug with one arm. She beckoned for me with the other and I crossed the space to wrap her up in a hug as well. "Thank you," she whispered quietly between us. "I know you guys wouldn't; but still. Everything going on out there, and the way the city is right now... I just didn't" "It's going to be fine," Leo said to his sister, squeezing her harder. "You'll see." She kissed him on the cheek, then turned and kissed me on the cheek as well. "Thank you." I gave her a bit of a squeeze in return. "We'll need to go get some more of your stuff, I guess. You only came down here with a duffle bag." She laughed. "God, yes," she said and tried to wipe her tears. "I can go up there. I could use some more underwear, ha-ha." "Too much information!" Leo said, releasing his sister. She sniffed hard to clear her nose and wiped her cheeks some more to clear her spilt makeup and tears. Erica had a sort of post-punk or light goth style, with thick eyeliner and soft but smoky eyeshadow. For someone in the tattoo business, she had relatively few piercings, just two in each earlobe and a single small, silver nose ring on one nostril. She made up for it with a pair of full sleeve tattoos on her arms and a collection of assorted smaller tattoos on her legs. "What, you don't want to hear about me sweating through my bras?" She laughed at her brother. "Come on, Leo, we're all adults here." I laughed at her teasing and she squeezed me to her with the one arm she still had around my shoulder. She turned and kissed me on the cheek again. "I can go down to the city by myself, you guys don't need to risk yourselves for me. All the news reports are saying this thing is extra dangerous for men." "No, we'll help," I said. "We don't know how long this thing will last, so we'll bring the pickup and you can bring your car. And if you get exposed, you'd bring it back here with you anyways, so we might as well try and do it as fast as possible. Three sets of hands will make things go easier." "Okay," she nodded, then with a last squeeze of my shoulders she eased away and stood up. "Okay. Well, damn, guys. This feels like a fucking weight lifted off my shoulders. I've felt like I've been overstaying my welcome, not that you guys did anything to make me think that. I just,” "It's fine," I said. "We understand." "I don't," Leo said. "You've been all up in my personal space since the dam womb. You never had a problem with it before now." "Come here, you twerp," Erica laughed, slapping her brother on the arm. "Alright, alright," I said. "Come on, children. Let's make a plan here. No time like the present, if we get everything ready we can head out tomorrow."   Leo and I had first become roommates when he sublet me a room as I came out of the military seven years ago and wanted to move back to the Portland area. Then, when my father passed and I needed to move back to the family property, Leo had been more than happy to come on up with me instead of trying to find someone new to take over my half of the house lease. The old ranch-style house I'd grown up in had plenty of room, and my mother had died a few years before Dad, so it worked out for both of us. Even before the quarantine was announced we'd both been working from the homestead; my freelance illustration and concept art gigs kept the bills and property tax under control and food on the table, and Leo had swapped to making artisanal furniture in his little shed workshop instead of the house framing and cabinetry he'd been trained in. The old barn made a decent new workshop for him after a couple of upgrades, and once I'd gotten a satellite installed for point-to-point internet service we were... Well, we hadn't exactly been living the technological dream, but we had what we needed. The drive down to Portland from the homestead outside Jewell took a bit over an hour and a half on a good day with moderate traffic. It only took us an hour, in the middle of the day. I drove my truck, the cover on over the bed, and Leo rode with Erica in her car. The highways were practically empty, and for a while the drive almost felt like just a beautiful day out; other than the thick sweater I was wearing, and the work gloves I'd duct taped to the cuffs. I also had a pair of bandanas hung around my neck, ski goggles sitting on the passenger seat, and the hood of my sweater pulled up. It was the middle of a hot spring and I was sweating my ass off in my own truck just in case of death by viral infection. Even in the last couple of weeks, all the messaging online from the Government about what to do for safety felt like it had been conflicting with itself constantly, and when Leo and Erica tried to do more research they couldn't even figure out which politician or government body to listen to, let alone find something useful and convincing. So we went all out. Driving through the suburbs was a bit of an experience. One neighborhood would be completely desolate, not a single person outside and everything locked up tight. The next would be full of people outside on the street, walking dogs and kids running around playing. Most of them had those medical masks on, but it looked like people were out on summer vacation or something. The neighborhood after that was mostly shut down like the first, but one of the houses easily had thirty vehicles parked around it and was hosting some sort of party going on in the front and back yard. Somehow, despite the world feeling so alien, I still found driving through the city even weirder. Getting into the urban center where Erica had a small apartment near the Tattoo Parlor was like we'd hit the end of the world. Even more than in the suburbs, the near complete lack of people was shocking. We could go entire city blocks without seeing another car, and then suddenly we'd come across a food delivery driver peddling down the middle of the city street on a bike. The only other motorized vehicles I saw were one dude on an electric scooter having the time of his life, and ambulances speeding down the streets with their lights running. They didn't even bother with the sirens. Crackle, crackle. "Hey, Harrison? You read me? Over." I picked up my handheld radio and pressed the button. "Yeah, I read you, Leo. Over." "So we need to take a detour. There's a bunch of stuff online about this Autonomous Zone thing. Protestors in the middle of the city. We're going to avoid it. Over." "Yeah, sounds good. I'll follow. Over and out." I shook my head. The protests had started about a week ago. Halfway across the country, a man had been shot by police; investigations were ongoing, but no one looked good in the situation. Not the cops, not the man, not even the bystanders who had filmed the whole thing instead of intervening. It was a shit show all around, and it had sparked protests that I could only assume were fueled by people feeling so trapped in their own lives. Portland, ever a liberal center of activism, had been a hotbed every night. Vigils and marches every afternoon and evening. Then the riots started at night. We drove down a couple of streets that looked like we'd left the United States behind and entered a foreign warzone. I'd seen streets in Kabul during my deployment that had looked similar; the only thing missing from the burned-out cars, graffiti and general detritus were bullet scars on the walls. Windows that weren't boarded over were smashed. Storefronts were burnt out, looted, or both. It took us an extra twenty minutes to drive all the way around the 'autonomous zone.' By the time we pulled up into the alley behind Erica's apartment building, I was feeling sick to my stomach. A pandemic. Riots. What was next, a natural disaster? I'd seen some of the world; not a lot, but enough. Some of the best and worst places. We were supposed to be better than this. Taking the back stairwell was part of the plan. We didn't want to draw any attention from people; for all that Portland was that liberal bed of activism I'd just been thinking about, it was also still an urban center plagued by theft, crime and people trying to take advantage of each other. With no one on the streets, I'd suggested that pulling up out front made us more of a target to people looking to cause trouble, or attracting the attention of overzealous police. I pulled my truck in next to Erica's car and hopped out. "Alright, make sure you lock up," I said. "Harri, please," Erica said, sliding down her own ski goggles over her eyes. We were all bundled up now, with multiple face coverings each. "I've lived in the city about eight times longer than you ever did. I know how to handle myself." "Yeah, I know," I said. "I'm just a little anxious." "It's fine, dude," Leo said. "Let's just get this done." Erica let us into the building, keying in through a back door, and up through the stairwell. We didn't see anyone on the way up, and she led us through the halls to her apartment. As she let us in, one of her neighbors opened their door and stuck their head out. "Erica? Dear, is that you?" It was a woman, maybe in her fifties. "Hey, Dianne," Erica said. "It's me. I'm just here to pick up some things, and I brought my brother and his roommate to help out." Dianne stepped fully out of her apartment. She was dressed comfortably and had her silvering blonde hair pulled back into a bun. Most notably, she wasn't wearing a mask or any other sort of personal protection. "It's so nice to see you, Erica!" she said. "It's been quiet up here the last few weeks. I have to say, I never thought I'd actually miss your early morning banging around, but I do." "Ah, Dianne," Erica said, holding up her hands. She was wearing rubber gloves, duct taped at the wrists to her sweater just like my work gloves were. "We really shouldn't get any closer than this." "Oh, dear, it's fine," Dianna said. "I've been cooped up in the apartment for a week now, the only person who comes over is Mr. Jones from 5C for coffee every few days. I'm sure you've been just as safe, living out of the city." "No, really Dianne," Erica said. "I don't mean to be rude, but we're only here to get some of my things and go. And I know Mr. Jones is probably lonely up there, but it's not safe for you two to get together for coffee. You should really just skype each other or something." "Oh, I already have to do that Zoomy thing to see my grandkids," Dianna scoffed. "But fine, fine. It's good to see you, dear. Try not to take things too seriously, it won't be good for your health." From inside Erica's apartment, I couldn't help but shake my head. "Dianne, maybe you need to take things more seriously," Erica said. "I'd hate if anything happened to you, but more importantly I'd hate for your grandkids to never get to see you again if you got sick." "Well, I guess..." Dianne trailed off. "Goodbye, Dianne. It was nice seeing you," Erica said in that tone of voice that was just shy of 'politely fuck off,' then followed Leo and me into her apartment and shut the door. "God, that woman," Erica said. She peeled down the pair of gaiters she was wearing over her face. The top layer was a winter covering Leo and I usually used in the middle of winter when we were snowmobiling, and the second was a much thinner one we used in the summer when A T Veeing. "We should be good in here, no one's come in since I left." I peeled down my bandanas and sighed. "I'm sure she's nice, but that lady needs a reality check." "I just hope she isn't someone else's reality check," Erica said. "Alright. I'm going to start in the bedroom. Leo, can you go through the living room and grab anything you think we might want in terms of DVDs and stuff? And Harrison, do you mind doing a check-over of the kitchen? I'm pretty sure I got rid of all the immediate perishables before I came down, but I might have missed some things that could've gone for a couple weeks." We split up and went to work. I cleaned out a few old condiments that Erica had missed and collected some canned and boxed food that would travel easily, along with some of the more specialty cooking equipment Erica had made of point of mentioning. I wasn't sure what an 'air fryer' did, but she made it sound like it was a gift from God, so I was willing to pack it up. "All done in the kitchen," I said, standing in the doorway to Erica's bedroom. She was rummaging in her closet. Her bed was covered in clothes and a couple of pieces of luggage, and everything looked like a mess. "Okay, hold on," she said, then she reappeared and dumped what looked like an entire department store's worth of bras out onto the bed. "Can you start packing this stuff up? Don't worry about folding or sorting it, I'll fix it all once we're back at your place. Then I can grab everything I need from the washroom and we'll be done." "Sure," I said, and we squeezed past each other so she could duck into the washroom. Once she was gone, I just chuckled and shook my head at the mess she'd already made. "I don't think this is all going to fit in these bags." I got to work, and soon three of the four pieces of luggage were stuffed full. That's when I made it to the pile of bras. I glanced out the door, and quickly picked up a fancy looking one and checked the tag. "Damn, Erica," I chuckled. It was obvious she was a busty girl, but 36E? I wouldn't have guessed. Then again, I wasn't exactly a bra aficionado. I wouldn't even know if I'd seen D's or E's or what, the sizing just sort of confused me enough that I couldn't care to look into it any further. I carefully began packing her daintier things into a bag, and below the bras was a pile of panties; and only a few of them seemed like they were designed for comfort and not show. There were strings, there was lace. I held a particular red number and shook my head again, trying to do my best not to imagine Erica wearing it and failing. I shoved it into the bag with the rest. "Incoming," Erica said, bustling back into the room with her arms full of canisters and bottles and all sorts of things from the bathroom. She dumped it all on top of the panties in the bag. "Usually I'd be a lot more organized with this," she sighed. "But I just feel... being in the city feels kinda gross right now." "Hmm, I feel it too," I said. I picked up the last handful of her underwear and put them on top of the cosmetics stuff. "Oh my God," Erica said, grabbing the bag from me. "I can't believe; God, this is embarrassing." She was grinning and her cheeks had heated up as she quickly zipped up the luggage and turned to me. "I didn't realize you'd work that fast." "Hey, I've seen ladies' underwear before," I laughed. "It's not a big deal." "Yeah, but you haven't seen my underwear," she chuckled along with me. "At least you saw the nice stuff. I left most of it here when I came down; wasn't exactly thinking about showing off the goods, ya know?" "Hey, anytime you want to show off, you just let me know," I laughed. "I tried not to pry, but some of them looked pretty hot." "Oh, my God," she said, face palming her embarrassment. Then her smile turned teasing. "Then again, we could always play you show me yours, I'll show you mine. I'm sure the girls would be happy for some more freedom around the house." She squished her upper arms together to pop out her chest a bit under her sweater. Now it was my turn to smirk and blush a little. I was just starting to try and figure out what to say when Leo came in from the front area of the apartment. "Think I'm about done up here," he said. "Anything else, sis?" Erica snickered and punched me in the arm. "That's probably it. I was just teasing Harrison about feeling' up my panties though." "Dude!" Leo said. "Oh, come on," I said. "You know I wouldn't." "Still..." Leo trailed off. "Whatever. Just leave my sister's granny panties alone." "You think I wear granny panties?" Erica said, then turned back to the bag and started unzipping it. "Well, let me just show you some of these..." "Nope, no, nada, nyet!" Leo said, covering his eyes with both hands and turning out of the room. "I do not need to know. Too much information for me!" Erica snorted and shook her head, re-zipping the bag. She winked at me and gave me another friendly punch on the arm. "Thanks again for helping with all of this, Harrison." "No problem at all, E," I assured her. "No, no," she said. "Seriously. Thank you. You guys didn't need to come out here; it feels sort of silly to say, but you're technically risking your lives for me right now." "Well, chivalry ain't dead yet, I guess," I said. "I guess not," she laughed. She leaned in and kissed my cheek. "It's nice. Just don't go making a habit of it, I don't need some White Knight savior act out of you or my brother." "Deal," I said. We got everything out into the front hallway of the apartment, and it ended up being more than we could hope to carry down in one trip. The end result was that we made the first trip down, started loading everything into the bed of the pickup, and while Leo and Erica went back up for another load I stayed down with the vehicles. The thing about inner cities, we'd all learned quickly when we originally moved in, was that you took a risk when you left things in your car. Well, if you had a car to begin with, but if you did and people could see in then it was likely your shit was going to get stolen. So there I was, sitting on the open back gate of my pickup with double bandanas over the bottom half of my face and ski goggles over the top, when two men rounded a corner further down the wide back alley and stopped. They looked at me and the cars. I looked at them. One of them was wearing a medical mask, while the other had a knit wool balaclava on with nothing but his eyes showing. I'd never really considered it before, what with us living out in the woods away from most people, but at that moment I realized how simple it must be to do crime when everyone was expected to wear masks. I watched them. They eyed up the vehicles. I stood up. They watched me do it. I slammed the gate of my truck shut. They watched me do it. I walked around to the passenger door of the truck cab, pulled out the hard case I had stowed under the seat, grabbed my Dad's old Colt 1911 and slid a magazine home. The men kept their eyes on me, not batting an eye even though I was now holding a loaded firearm. I leaned against the back of my truck and watched them right back. Eventually, Leo and Erica came back down and I didn't mention the men or the pistol, which I tucked onto the passenger seat of my truck while we were moving things around. I left the door open so that I could keep easy access. Erica and Leo went up for one last load, and I entered another long staring match with the two men. They hadn't moved and were about fifty yards away so I couldn't tell if they were talking to each other. I swear I must have been sweating bullets under my sweater and gloves and various masks. I don't know if my adrenaline had spiked like this since seeing combat while deployed. Not even the grocery store parking lot showdown a few weeks ago had been like this. Finally, Erica and Leo came down with the last load, we got everything stowed away, and got back into our vehicles. I took a moment to unload and re-stow my firearm, and as Erica and Leo pulled away in her car I watched as the two men came up the alley and entered Erica's apartment building through the door we had been using. Maybe they had just been waiting to use the door, playing it safe with us. Or maybe it was something else. I wouldn't ever know. It took three days for us to start feeling... safe wasn't the right word. 'Less apprehensive' is where I ended up landing. Coming back from the city had been as smooth as driving out, but once we were home we all had this feeling of being dirty. It felt silly even at the time, but we ended up hosing each other off outside with the garden hose before heading in to take some long, hot showers. Was that ineffective? Probably. Did it make us feel better? Maybe, a little. When none of us were showing any symptoms of getting sick by the third night back, we all decided to crash and start a new show together on Netflix that night after dinner. I ended up in the living room first and was starting to scroll through the menus to find something we might like when Erica came down the stairs in her own comfy clothes. She was wearing baggy, low-riding sweatpants and a black tank top that I very quickly realized was bouncing way more than usual with each of her steps down the stairs. Erica walked over to the TV sitting area and flopped down onto the couch across from me, absentmindedly reaching up and tying her hair back into a loose and messy bun. "What?" she asked me when she realized I was staring at her. "Nothing," I said. "You just... you look good. Like that." She rolled her eyes. "It's just makeup, Harrison." What she meant was she wasn't wearing any. For the first time ever, even including the month that she'd already been staying with us, I was seeing Erica without makeup on. It was sort of shocking, honestly; whatever magic she did in the mirror, with her kit, it was like she could change the very structure of her face. Usually, she had an almost angular predatory look, with sultry and smoky eyes and sharp cheekbones leading down to a perfect set of clean and bright red lips. Now she looked brighter, more girl-next-door. Sure there were imperfections; soft lines under her eyes, little freckles and blemishes that got hidden by foundation, but her eyes were brighter, and her smile was wholesome. "Just don't feel like you need to be anything but comfortable, E," I assured her. "I like this look on you." She sighed and gave me a smirk. "Alright, charmer. What are we watching?" I tossed her the remote and let her start scanning through the list of new shows. Besides her lack of makeup and apparent lack of a bra, she was still her usual self. Both of her arm sleeves were bared by the tank top; her left arm was a colorful splash of a dozen of her favorite Pokémon from the original 150, all water-themed. Her right was Star Wars themed and focused on a pinup Femme Boba Fett on her outer upper arm, along with a couple sexy lady Stormtroopers, a Princess Leia in the requisite golden slave bikini, and Padme in the ripped-up white arena fight outfit. Not to mention the Yoda on her inner forearm and chili Chewbacca just below her armpit on her bicep. Her tank top also showed off the two heart tattoos on either side of her clavicle, and the half-mandala tattoo that sat on the back of her neck at the hairline. Erica's legs, while currently covered by her sweats, were a more eclectic collection of random and unplanned tattoos dating back from her start in the industry; some were done by her own hand, others by fellow apprentices, and a few even by the apprentices she'd eventually trained over the years. "Heads up!" Leo said, bounding down the stairs in his own sweats and a hoodie, vaulting over the back of the sofa and landing heavily next to his twin sister. "Jesus Christ," Erica said, ducking away to narrowly avoid getting kicked in the back of the head. She turned and hit Leo in the shoulder. "Watch it, you monkey!" "Takes one to know one," Leo laughed, swiping away her hands as she tried to hit him again. Soon the two were involved in a swearing match as Erica was leaning over Leo, trying to tweak his ears and drop a wad of spit down on his face, while he tried to both ward off her hands and push her away at the same time. Their easy sibling rivalry and goofing off usually wasn't this physical, but it still had me laughing and wondering all the same. I'd never had that with my sister; she was about seven years older than me, so we hadn't ever had that sort of a relationship. To be honest, I was also a little interested in the sibling scrap because Erica's tits looked fucking great jostling and bouncing around in her tank top, and a part of me hoped a boob would pop out in the chaos. Unfortunately, I couldn't be so lucky and the duel ended with both of them panting, sitting next to each other, with no boob appearance. "What are we watching?" Leo asked. "I dunno, we hadn't picked yet," I said. "Let's watch this," Erica said, seemingly at random, and selected some sort of a baking show. "Aw man," Leo said. "These competition shows are always so scripted." "They make me hungry," I said. "Maybe I should start baking more." "Yes," Erica said. "Now we're watching every season just so you can get more good ideas like that, Harri." The show was easy to follow and clearly designed like every other Food Porn-style "reality" competition. Other than the deliciously described food, the only thing actually keeping my attention was the host. "She's hot," Erica said during one of the transition scenes, right after the host had finished showing the TV audience the differences between a mousse and whipped cream. It had involved a lot of whisking very fast. "Not my type, but I can see it," Leo said. "She's got too much of a Fifties Housewife vibe going on." "That's just because she's so proper British," Erica said. "Look at her, she's gorgeous. And fucking stacked under those pretty dresses. What do you think, Harri?" "I'm with you, I think she's definitely hot," I agreed. "And I really dig the accent." "I bet she's a fucking freak in bed, too," Erica said. "No way!" Leo argued with his sister. "Look at her. She's all syrup and sweetness. I bet she's dry as a desert down there, and you couldn't fit anything in due to the stick up her ass." "Nuh-uh," Erica shook her head. "I'd put money on her having a filthy mouth off-screen. Just swears like a fucking sailor. And,  Hmm, I bet she probably says she's straight, but has plenty of experience with girls from her Prep School days." "Sure," I laughed along. "Makes perfect sense. Anything else?" "I bet she's got a cum fetish," Erica said. "Look at her eyes when she's talking about glazing. She's practically creaming her conservative little dress. And she definitely likes a cheeky finger up the bum to really set her off." All of us were laughing now, and the conversation faded as we struggled to get control of our giggles. By the time the first episode was over, we were hooked despite the silly concept, and let it play. We got four episodes in before Erica called it quits. "That's enough for me tonight, boys," she said, yawning and stretching her arms wide. Her right arm rubbed roughly against Leo's face on purpose, just to bug him as he pulled away. "I'm off to bed. Good night!" She bounced up off the couch and made for the stairs, her hips swiveling in her low-waisted sweats. They'd ridden lower, and she was showing a bit of a whale tail with her lace thong panties peeking over the waistline. "Dude," Leo said, snapping my vision from his sister as she walked up the stairs. "Uh," I hummed, and slowly raised both arms in an awkward shrug. "What do you want me to do?" "Just... don't make it a thing," he sighed, then flopped over onto his side. "She's my sister. You wanna watch Deadpool?" Visitors The rumble, sputter and hum of the approaching ATV broke my concentration as it cut through the quiet warbling of my shitty Bluetooth speaker long before Leo pulled around the trail bend. The thick foliage up here in the foothills, far at the back end of my family property, created a weird dampening effect so I hadn't heard him until he was almost on top of me. The rumble cut through the thick greenery now and was followed by the crunching of the tires biting into th

The Caires estate offers spectacular views of rolling hills stretched out among painted skies, creating the perfect setting for growing the most delectable yet unpretentious wines California has to offer. Three microclimates and a diverse terroir, ranging from a low, cold creek bed to a rocky hillside slope — replete with an interesting clay and static soil makeup — contribute layers of complexity and depth to BoaVentura wines. BoaVentura wines are truly handmade. The grapes are hand-picked by family and friends, and Brett and Monique take pride in crafting wines that BoaVentura Baptiste de Caires would be proud of. After all, his spirit is manifested in the name of the winery, Boa Ventura, or “Good Venture.”

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Livermore provides a phenomenal opportunity to experience wine. Ron, Janice, Marie, Tim, Chrysanne, John, Nancy, Doug, Tracey and Andrea met in Livermore over 25 years ago and started Arroyo Cellars in 2018. We welcome you to come by and experience our stellar wines in an urban setting along Livermore's Vasco Row. An arroyo is a habitat that evolves over time and provides relief from the elements, food and drink for its inhabitants, and a place to relax, mingle, and co-exist with other species.  So too is Arroyo Cellars.  It has evolved over twenty years of friendship.  It provides us relief from our everyday jobs, food and wine (the necessities of life), and a place for family and friends to enjoy each other's company.

Dawn's got a story about Billy Ray Cyrus smoking pot on the set of Hannah Montana. Buffalo Wild Wings is about to offer bottomless appetizers. Food Porn is a fun international taste test! Diddy Live at 1:45 has the latest from the trial, including testimony from one of Diddy's assistants.Rula patients typically pay $15 per session when using insurance. Connect with quality therapists and mental health experts who specialize in you at https://www.rula.com/abd #rulapodSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Ed Gamble is the British comedian who’s pulled off the rare combo of tattoos and fine dining, carving out a unique space in comedy and culinary culture. From judging Great British Menu, winning Taskmaster to selling out stand-up tours worldwide he’s turned the fantasy meals of celebrities into a chart topping podcast with co-host James Acaster - Off Menu. In this chat with Helen Smith, Ed unpacks interviewing A-listers like Robert De Niro, his upcoming tour Hot Diggity Dog and if he is the male version of Nigella Lawson. Weekend list with Chris Spyrou TO LISTEN: Every Single Album the podcast TO DO: Check out a boutique independent cinema TO WATCH: Full Comedy Actress Roundtable: Natasha Lyonne, Kristen Bell, Kathryn Hahn, Jessica Williams & More TO DO: Cancel your unused subscriptions Follow The Briefing: TikTok: @listnrnewsroom Instagram: @listnrnewsroom @thebriefingpodcast YouTube: @LiSTNRnewsroom Facebook: @LiSTNR NewsroomSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Paul's got all the latest on Pride month festivities. Tea Time gives Paul a chance to talk about his cavalcade of celebrity interviews. We have an impromptu Food Porn segment after a listener drops off Selena Gomez's new OREO cookies!Rula patients typically pay $15 per session when using insurance. Connect with quality therapists and mental health experts who specialize in you at https://www.rula.com/abd #rulapodSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Stormer catches us up on the drama surrounding a Ghost Adventures star. Bradley and Mike won trivia on Jason & Alexis this morning. We're trying donuts on Food Porn in honor of Nat'l Donut Day! Diddy Live has the latest testimony, including Jane Doe, who was another victim of Diddy. Rula patients typically pay $15 per session when using insurance. Connect with quality therapists and mental health experts who specialize in you at https://www.rula.com/abd #rulapodSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Prepare for a culinary event! Emmitt's Vegas, a two-time Diners' Choice Award winner on the iconic Las Vegas Strip, is elevating Restaurant Week with an unmissable, chef-curated, three-course dinner menu from Executive Chef Antwan Ellis. This limited-time experience, available June 2nd through June 13th for $80 per guest, is a testament to Chef Ellis's creativity, blending bold, seasonal flavors with the elevated comfort that defines Emmitt's as a premier Las Vegas dining destination. A Glimpse into Chef Ellis's Masterpiece: The Journey Begins (First Course – Choice of): * Burrata & heirloom tomato: A fresh, vibrant start. * Emmitt Roll: A signature creation, bursting with premium seafood. * Jumbo Shrimp Cocktail: A timeless, refreshing classic. * Creole Shrimp: A savory, spice-infused delight. The Main Event (Second Course – Choice of): * Center Cut Ribeye: Perfection on a plate with rich bordelaise. * Miso Glazed Sea Bass: A delicate, flavorful sensation. * Pan Seared Salmon: Elevated with a luxurious crab butter sauce. * Bone-In Pork Chop: A symphony of flavors with romesco and cherry jus. The Sweet Finale (Dessert – Choice of): * The legendary Emmitt's Butter Cake. * Rich Chocolate Cake. * Our delightful Seasonal Cake. Join them for this exclusive opportunity to savor the artistry of Chef Antwan Ellis. This isn't just a meal; it's a culinary event designed to captivate. Web: https://emmittsvegas.com/ Get to Know Ash: Imagine someone who just radiates good vibes and genuinely wants to see you shine – that's Ash Brown! This incredibly talented American wears many hats: she's a fantastic producer, a super engaging blogger, a captivating speaker, a natural media personality, and a fantastic host for events. Her energy is totally infectious, and you can tell she's truly passionate about helping everyone reach their full potential. What's Ash Up To? AshSaidit.com: Think of this as your VIP pass into Ash's world! Her blog is buzzing with exclusive invites to events, honest reviews of cool products, and all sorts of fun and informative stuff. It's the perfect place to stay in the loop and get a dose of Ash's personality. The Ash Said It Show: Get ready to feel inspired! Ash's podcast is a powerhouse of motivation, with over 2,000 episodes already out there and a whopping half a million listens worldwide! She has amazing conversations with inspiring people and dives into topics that really matter. Why We Love Ash: Ash isn't just talking the talk; she's walking the walk! What makes her truly special is how real she is. She connects with her audience on a genuine level, offering advice and encouragement that feels like a chat with a good friend. She doesn't shy away from the tough stuff but instead gives you the tools to tackle it head-on. Here's what makes Ash stand out: Sunshine Personified: Ash is a total optimist! Her positive energy is contagious, and you can't help but feel more empowered and ready for anything after connecting with her. Keeping It Real: Ash doesn't try to sugarcoat life. She gets that things can be tough and offers relatable advice that speaks to people from all walks of life. Turning Inspiration into Action: This isn't just about feeling good for a moment. Ash gives you practical tips and strategies to actually make things happen and turn your dreams into reality. So, if you're looking for a daily dose of inspiration, real-world advice, and someone who keeps it totally honest, Ash Brown is your go-to person! With her amazing positivity and genuine dedication to helping others, she's sure to become your favorite source for making the most out of life. ✨ ► Goli Gummy Discounts Link: https://go.goli.com/1loveash5 ► Luxury Women Handbag Discounts: https://www.theofficialathena.... ► Review Us: https://itunes.apple.com/us/po... ► Subscribe: http://www.youtube.com/c/AshSa... ► Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/1lov... ► Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ashsa... ► Blog: http://www.ashsaidit.com/blog #atlanta #ashsaidit #theashsaiditshow #ashblogsit #ashsaidit®Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-ash-said-it-show--1213325/support.

Dawn's got the latest on Kim Zolciak's latest spon-con. Bradley brings the news about Taylor Swift's unceremonious un-subpoena'ing. Food Porn revolves around a couple new candy creations. Diddy Live at 1:45 has the latest on the trial, including the defense's attack on Cassie.Rula patients typically pay $15 per session when using insurance. Connect with quality therapists and mental health experts who specialize in you at https://www.rula.com/abd #rulapodSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

On this weeks episode of Snax Pax, Snaxton & Goose talk about food...like a lot. No, seriously, a lot of the podcast is spent talking about food. They also read your messages, discuss "Josie and The Pussycats", and Goose's hiking adventure. Don't forget to rate, review, and subscribe.

Castello Bonomi is located in Coccaglio at 275 meters above sea level above the foothills of Monte Orfano. The estate is a 32 hectares mosaic of cru. The incredible terroir is the result of the tectonic uplift that created the Monte Orfano and consist of calcareous conglomerate. The calcareous conglomerate is a chalky, crumbly and rich in minerals kind of soil. Thanks to Monte Orfano and the southern exposure the vineyards are protected from cold northern winds and enjoy a perfect solar radiation with a rainfall lower than the other areas of Franciacorta. These three elements make possible to obtain wines with an extraordinary persistence, structure and complexity, in addition to an elegant minerality and a marked saltiness. Castello Bonomi was born in 1985 and in 2008, the winery becomes part of Casa Paladin, a family-owned group of wineries, located in Italy's most prestigious denominations. Castello Bonomi follows the principles of organic farming, adopting a responsible approach aimed at minimizing environmental impact through practices that improve and protect the vineyard ecosystem. Castello Bonomi Franciacorta wines boast great longevity and undergo extensive aging on the lees. They are highly appreciated and awarded by major industry guides such as Wine Enthusiast and James Suckling.  

A committed oenologist and ambassador of the great terroirs of the South of France, Gérard Bertrand embodies excellence and innovation in the world of wine. Heir to a lineage of wine growers, he harvested his first grapes at Château de Villemajou and forged a unique vision, combining respect for tradition with the quest for modernity. A former rugby player, he brings to his estates the values of performance and self-improvement that he learnt on the field. A pioneer of biodynamics, he has established himself as a leader in sustainable wine, enhancing exceptional terroirs through viticulture that respects nature and the cycles of life. He tells us: "From our sunny lands in the south of France, we cultivate excellence, sustainable commitment and passion for wine, to transmit the Art de Vivre in every bottle."

In 2008  Jessica Munnell approached Tom Merkle about working together to create a wine that featured his grapes. A partnership was formed that became Wautoma Wines – made of the best Cabernet Sauvignon from Wautoma Springs. Eight years later Rachel Mercer joined the duo and the three set their sights on increasing production and opening a Tasting Room. In December 2019, Wautoma Springs Tasting Room in Prosser, WA, opened. A small tasting space that showcases tapas, tinned seafood, local produce and Wautoma Springs wines.The epitome of a boutique winery, producing extremely small-lot, hand-crafted wines from people who know the business inside and out. This isn't a venture capitalist's or a lawyer's winery - not that there's anything wrong with that. We know the soil. We know the vines. And we know how to make good wine. Our story is in every bottle. 

Treveri Cellars, Washington State's Yakima Valley, founding sparkling wine house, produces some of the finest handcrafted sparkling wines in the United States. Family-owned and operated since its inception, Treveri prides itself on a tradition of excellence in both winemaking and service, ensuring that each bottle of sparkling wine delivers superior taste and quality. With a wide array of sparkling wines, including non-traditional varieties such as Riesling and Müller-Thurgau, Treveri largely focuses on 100% varietal sparkling wines, crafting each wine in the traditional method (Méthode Traditionnelle). Treveri Cellars was founded with the principal of producing premium sparkling wines from Washington State using the finest vineyard sources. Treveri's wines are expressive of each varietal, and have a distinctive flavor of both the unique terroir and style of its winemakers and their German heritage. With degrees in Winemaking and Sparkling Winemaking from Karthäuserhof Winery in Germany, Head Winemaker Jürgen Grieb, along with his son, Christian, use the traditional method of producing sparkling wine, a complicated process that yields delightfully complex and fruit-forward sparkling wine. Treveri's winemakers bring together old-world techniques and new world fruit, crafting sparkling wines that rival some of the world's best.

Tirriddis is a Washington State traditional method sparkling wine winery located in Prosser, Washington. Founded in 2020 by Andrew Gerow, Gabriel Crowell, and Matthew Doutney, three graduates of Washington State Universities Viticulture & Enology program. Our name, Tirriddis, comes from Tirage, Riddle, and Disgorge the three steps to naturally produce sparkling wines. Focused solely on this traditional method, we proudly implement ground-breaking and unique “non-traditional” styles to emphasize Washington's world class growing environment. In addition to wine quality, sustainability within the community and our environment is very important to us as we strive to help represent and push forward the future of Washington wine.

In 2008 we set out to start a winery with a specific vision: to embody the soul of wine from vineyard to bottle to table. Our philosophy is that wine should be accessible, approachable, and affordable. But most of all, we believe a wine's purpose is to bring together family and friends!With 10 years of viticulture and winemaking experience in Washington State, we know a thing or two about making wine. For starters, Purple Star's varietal blends are grown from some of Washington State's finest appellations including Wahluke Slope, Yakima Valley and Red Mountain. With grapes handpicked at their optimal flavor profile and juice fermented at cooler temperatures for longer periods, our wines exhibit softer tannins and retain more varietal character.

The Martinez family planted a small vineyard of Cabernet Sauvignon in 1981 on the Horse Heaven Hills AVA (HHH's) and are now a small family owned and operated vineyard and winery.  They take pride in the family's Latino heritage as the vineyard owner, Sergio Martinez; is from Mexico while his wife Kristy is 3rd generation Prosser resident.  Their son Drew Martinez is the winemaker and his wife Monica the General Manager.  Customers will find numerous artworks inside the winery representing the Latino heritage including Dia de Los Muertos art.The winery, established in 2005; produces their estate, old vine Dominio de Martinez Cabernet Sauvignon and May Mae Rosé. They also produce other award-winning reds like Carménère primarily from the HHH's AVA and whites like Albariño from The Yakima Valley AVA.  The family celebrates their Mexican heritage through experiences from the vineyard to the glass.Daily offerings include wine tasting flights and appetizers with expanded food options Friday-Sunday.  Guests can purchase by the glass or bottle or venture out and try one of the wineries famous wine slushies.  Either the original Rosé Rita or the new Mango Rita with Chamoy and Tajin. 

Hyatt Vineyards launched as a regional high benchmark for wine quality, since 1985 in the Yakima Valley as a top Merlot and Riesling producer. In 1990, the leading wine media of the Wine Spectator, Seattle Times, Tri-Cities Herald and Tri-Cities Wine Festival all listed Hyatt among the best producers. Growing to 30,000cs production, Hyatt continued as a top producer for 2 decades. Today, we farm the original 87 acres which produced those award-winning wines. The Legacy of Hyatt was crafted in excellence over 40 years ago by Leland and Lynda Hyatt. In 1983, what started as a simple vineyard planting, soon turned into a booming full production winery. We've honed our craft to cultivate the finest wines this region for four decades. Hyatt Vineyards' second generation is investing in remaking those top-quality wines from these old vines at the Estate with renewed labels and winemaking, bringing an innovative approach to create extraordinary experiences and legacy wines.  

At Gilbert Cellars, we've been busy reimagining what a winery can be! We think it should feel spirited, inclusive, and a little bit tipsy. A space where you can meet up, learn, party, relax, or just be. We make wines that pair with all these things. We find joy in being a part of this gorgeous valley, where we've long been stewards of the land. We love building this dynamic community, and sharing what wine culture is to us. As fifth-generation stewards of the land, we must ensure its viability for the generations to come. Washington State has just launched the Sustainable WA certification, which we are practicing, along with farming organically in vineyards where the microclimates make it possible. Our goal is to have minimal intervention in the vines, tending them for the sake of healthy plants and soil, and to minimize the amount of interaction post-harvest.

We believe the people and the unique climate, soil, sun, slopes, wind and water help produce some of the highest quality wines in the world. Fortuity Cellars delivers crisp, clean and aromatic white and rosé wines and brilliantly balanced, fruit forward red wines from the Yakima Valley. We focus on single varietal, single vineyard wines that showcase the truest expression of this place. Red blend lovers will appreciate our traditional and unconventional blends that have gained recognition in recent years. Emily & Lee Owners and Winemakers, Fortuity Cellars Reservations encouraged.

Dineen Vineyards is located in the hills of the Lower Yakima Valley. We are a family owned and operated viticulture business with an acclaimed site for ultra-premium wine grapes and highly acclaimed Estate wines. Rocky, shallow soils and variable soil types define our terroir and the wines that we produce. We grow 13 varietals and craft an array of wines in limited quantities, with an emphasis on French varietals and wines of depth, complexity and concentration. Our wine selection includes Cabernet Sauvignon, a Bordeaux-style red blend, Cabernet Franc, Viognier, Riesling, Rosé as well as special releases each year. Our tasting room offers flight tasting, custom tasting experiences and light bites. Sip and enjoy a taste or glass of wine on our patio or expansive lawn overlooking the vineyard, valley and mountains. Wine is our passion, so come and visit us – we guarantee you a memorable experience.

Dichotomy is a Washington State vineyard and winery born from winemakers Jarred Jenner and Rosie Signer after they fell in love on the coast of South Australia. Rosie grew up in Spokane Washington and studied Viticulture and Enology at WSU before heading to Australia, where she fell in love with the terroir and Barossa born and bred winemaker, Jarred Jenner.  In 2021 Jarred and Rosie banded together in 2021 and started the Dichotomy brand in Australia crafting small batch wines from beloved vineyards in McLaren Vale, Barossa, and the Adelaide Hills. In 2022, amidst the challenges of Covid-19, they took a bold leap of faith by purchasing a dormant winery and vineyard in Yakima Valley without ever seeing it in person. With just six suitcases, their young children, and their beloved dog Yeti in tow, they embarked on this new adventure. Despite their unfamiliarity with the area, the promise of Yakima Valley's renowned wines and the allure of the vineyard's mature 30-40-year-old vines compelled them to dive in.

This week we return to the second podcast we ever released here at Historians At The Movies: 2014's CHEF starring Jon Favreau, Sophia Vergara, John Leguizamo, and Robert Downey, Jr. We talk not only about whether or not this is the best food movie ever made, but about the rise of social media and #foodporn.About our guests:Emily Contois, Ph.D., researches media within consumer culture, focusing on how identities are formed at the vital intersection of food, the body, and ideas about health. She is the author of “Diners, Dudes, and Diets: How Gender and Power Collide in Food Media and Culture” (University of North Carolina Press, 2020) and co-editor of “Food Instagram: Identity, Influence, and Negotiation” (University of Illinois Press, 2022). Her current book project explores how ideas about elite athleticism have infiltrated everyday American life. A richly interdisciplinary scholar, her academic work has been published in Advertising & Society Quarterly, American Studies, Feminist Media Studies, Gastronomica, and Fat Studies, among others.Dr. Zenia Kish is an interdisciplinary scholar committed to publicly-engaged teaching and research that bridges the humanities and social sciences. Her work explores unconventional forms of media across global contexts, including the mediation of philanthropy and agriculture, and makes connections between digital media studies, strategic communication, critical finance studies, American studies, food and agriculture, and development. She is Associate Editor at the Journal of Cultural Economy, and serves on the boards of the Journal of Environmental Media and Communication and Race. Before joining Ontario Tech University, Zenia was Assistant Professor of Media Studies at the University of Tulsa, where she also served as the Associate Director of the Oklahoma Center for the Humanities.

C.H. Wente came to America in the late 1800s from Hamburg Germany, learned to make wine from a German by the name of Charles Krug in the Napa Valley, and in 1883 established his first 47-acre Estate and Winery. He chose the Livermore Valley as it was famed for its excellent soils and climate. In 1908, C.H. planted the first Chardonnay vines in the Livermore Valley.In 1912, second generation and a UC Davis student, Ernest Wente, persuaded his father and founder, C.H. Wente, to import Chardonnay cuttings from a well-known vine nursery, F. Richter Nursery n Montpellier, France, to the Livermore Valley.Ernest hand-picked vines that showed the best health and pronounced flavors, grafted the two together, and propagated those characteristics forward. Ultimately creating what is known as the ‘Wente Clone.'  Today, over 75% of all California Chardonnay stems from the Wente Clone and the Wente Family property. Wente produced sacramental wines throughout prohibition to keep the winery and vineyards in production. After the repeal of the National Prohibition Act (Volstead Act) in 1933, Ernest and his brother Herman Wente released the nation's first varietally-labeled Chardonnay, a 1936 vintage.Ernest and his son Karl L. Wente pioneered new vineyard plantings in 1964 in the Arroyo Seco region of Monterey County. Here they plant Pinot Noir, Riesling, and Chardonnay. In 1966, Wente Vineyards Tasting Room opens in Livermore Valley, and is one of the first tasting rooms in California. Throughout the late 1970s and till today, the fourth generation Winegrowers Eric, Philip, and Carolyn Wente head operations of the winery, continuing expanding vineyards, winery, and related visitor facilities. In 1986, The Restaurant at Wente Vineyards opened California's third winery restaurant. In addition, the Wente Vineyards annual series launched the Concerts, attracting top entertainers and thousands of guests annually. In 1998, The Course at Wente Vineyards, an 18-hole championship golf course designed by Greg Norman, was opened, enhancing the wine country lifestyle of the Livermore Valley. At the same time, Wente Vineyards has become one of California's most extensive wine exporters to over 75 countries. In 2010, Wente Vineyards received one of the first certifications for a California Certified Vineyard and Winery, and The Course at Wente Vineyards received Certified Audubon Cooperative Sanctuary statusToday, fifth generation winegrowers Karl, Christine, Jordan, Aly, and Niki Wente are actively working in various roles in the winery from operations, viticulture, and marketing. Their legacy is yet to be determined, but they are very passionate about continuing the family tradition of sustainable farming and producing the best-quality wines. 

The Steven Kent Winery was founded by the 5th and 6th generations of the Mirassou family - the oldest winemaking family in the US. Our winemaking focus is almost fully on Cabernet Franc - we will produce at least 13 different wines from Cab Franc from the 2023 vintage. We also make small volumes of single-vineyard Cabernet Sauvignon and Merlot. Most of our sales are currently direct-to-consumer though we are expanding our distribution network at this time. 

Rosa Fierro Cellars is a 100% Hispanic Woman-Owned winery specializing in small lot, handcrafted wines from Livermore Valley. Our winemaking begins in the vineyard, and we choose only the highest quality vineyards, hand-harvesting only the best quality fruit. Our yearly production is approximately 1000 cases. Our urban winery and tastingroom are located on the east end of Livermore at “Vasco Row,” a vibrant and unique industrial hub featuring craft wineries and breweries, located just 5 minutes from Livermore's iconic downtown. You can almost always find Rosa Fierro in her tasting room, waiting to greet you, where her winemaking photographs adorn the walls and the labels on her wine bottles.

Page Mill Winery began in 1976 at the base of the Santa Cruz Mountains and operated there for 28 years, but in 2004 a change was needed. The winery had outgrown its basement beginnings and a path was charted that landed it in the Livermore Valley. Throughout the years Page Mill Winery has been producing some of the finest wines in the market. We're passionate about serving our clientele with the great taste and quality they've come to expect. With a wide variety of signature products catering to all budgets, we're the perfect option for your upcoming event, party, or a quiet evening at home. One can find Page Mill wines in Restaurants around the bay area with flagship wines like the 2023 Sauvignon Blanc, Livermore Valley and the iconic Rhone Blend 2021 GPS, Grenache, Petite Sirah and Syrah blend being on the menu. Specializing in Sustainability, Organically grown grapes and community fundraising, the staff at Page Mill are just as proud of the conscious way we do business as they are about the superior, hand crafted wines. Dane Stark, son of founders Dick and Ome, studied enology at the Universite de Bordeaux and joined the family business in 1989. He continues the Starks' legacy of heart felt and exceptional wines and experiences. In order to ensure the highest industry standards, our grapes are lovingly tended from bud break to harvest. Our production equipment is traditional and hands on, and while we don't still use the basket press in front of our barrel room(it was retired in 2005) just as much love and effort goes into each glass.

What started as a hobby quickly grew into passion for Ken and Alexandra, the father-gauther winemaking team behind Omega Road. They opened Omega Road Winery to the public in 2017, and have been sharing their beautiful wines with guests ever since. Ken and Alexandra showcase interesting varietals and unique blendas that maintain varietal characteristics while building complex flavors and intervening as little as possible. They are known for being a bit adventurous in their winemaking while crafting bottles that are beautiful on their own or when paired with food.

Every day by 4:00pm, the horn sounds and the train goes by Oak Ridge Winery, at crossing #842837B, splashed with vibrant graffiti – a stark contrast against the concrete building it passes. In Lodi harvest lore, railroads were a method of transporting grapes during harvest; now, an industrial relic no longer suited to the romance of winemaking. But romance isn't something that Oak Ridge is overly concerned about – what we are concerned about is quality, heritage, and authenticity.We're on the east side. The east side of town. The other side of the tracks.It's old over here; industrial. Cement and steel. Tanks. Pipes. Bricks. It is the site of the oldest continuously operating winery in Lodi, California: Oak Ridge Winery – once a historic wine cooperative, aptly named, East-Side Winery. We are proud of our place on the east side; its sense of history, its legacy. It represents who we are, where we're from, and where we're going.

Located the rolling hills of Livermore Valley wine country, McGrail Vineyards beckons you to escape the ordinary and experience a taste of the good life. Our family-owned winery boasts not only award-winning wines, but breathtaking views, inviting bocce courts, and the kind of warm hospitality that makes you feel right at home.  Jim and Ginger McGrail, planted the vineyard in 1999 and intended to only grow grapes. In 2005, that dream changed and they opted to produce wine and open a tasting room.  Their daughter Heather moved home to open the tasting room in 2008 and they focused on world class Cabernets.  Starting with just 1 wine, they produce several more now, but still focus on Cabernet Sauvignon from the Livermore Valley.

Marchelle Wines represents a thrilling new chapter in renowned Sonoma winemaker Greg La Follette's journey. Marchelle is a melding of “Mara and Michelle”, the names of Greg and his partner Kevin's wives and illustrates a remarkable culmination of their friendship, expertise, passion, and a deep respect for unique and interesting vineyardsOur portfolio of wines embody an unwavering commitment to quality and elegance. From vibrant Chardonnays and exquisite Pinot Noirs to captivating Rhone varietals, each wine is a true reflection of the vineyard and the varietal's unique characteristics.

Las Positas Vineyards is dedicated to the marriage of Old World craftsmanship and New World pioneer spirit in the production of world class wines from our estate winery in California's historic Livermore Valley AVA.2 Time Winner of the San Francisco Chronicle Competition's Sweepstakes Best of Show Award; 2019 Best Red and 2024 Best White. A first in the Livermore Valley.We offer small lots of award winning handcrafted wines that epitomize our commitment to the earth and her fruit.

Fenestra Winery, established by the Replogle family in 1976 on the historic Ruby Hill property in Pleasanton, moved to the century-old George True Winery building in Livermore in 1980. After extensive renovations, including a new roof and structural strengthening, the winery now specializes in classically balanced, award-winning wines from primarily Livermore Valley grapes and is recognized as the valley's first boutique winery. Currently, they are undertaking a new project to replant their Mourvedre Vineyard, and upgrades to their outdoor tasting space.

Reno Collier is back, and he and Michael discuss everything from election night to food and everything in between.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Chris Eggert calls in to tell his story of why he supports CCRF and we try a crazy snack combination for Food Porn Friday! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoicesSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Chris Eggert calls in to tell his story of why he supports CCRF and we try a crazy snack combination for Food Porn Friday! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

 Final Food Porn Friday - El Burrito Mercado - Quesabirria Taquitos, Esquites, Agua de Sandia Loca Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoicesSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Food Porn at the Fair - 3 Piggy Pals On-A-Stick from Sausage Sister & Me Kat has two great projects that she is working on and tells us all about them! We can't escape Bennifer. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Food Porn at the Fair - 3 Piggy Pals On-A-Stick from Sausage Sister & Me Kat has two great projects that she is working on and tells us all about them! We can't escape Bennifer. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoicesSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Food Porn at the Fair - Patata Frita Focacciawich! Dawn brings us Dreamweaver from the fair. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoicesSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Food Porn at the Fair - Patata Frita Focacciawich! Dawn brings us Dreamweaver from the fair. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Jullians Auction House has a 'Friends' auction going on. The latest from the Bennifer breakup... was there a prenup? Jason and Travis Kelce inked a huge deal for their podcast. Food Porn at the Fair Round 2: Betty and Earl's PB&J biscuit from Lulu's - Jason's Food at the Fair! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Jullians Auction House has a 'Friends' auction going on. The latest from the Bennifer breakup... was there a prenup? Jason and Travis Kelce inked a huge deal for their podcast. Food Porn at the Fair Round 2: Betty and Earl's PB&J biscuit from Lulu's - Jason's Food at the Fair! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoicesSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Live from the Golden Circle Sports Book & Bar, former NFL corner back and Next Level Chef contestant Mark McMillian joins Cofield & Co. to talk New Jersey attempting to acquire the Philadelphia 76ers, Bronny James and Dalton Knecht start in the NBA for the Los Angeles Lakers, and gives his prediction for Texas and Oklahoma's performances in their first year in the SEC. Interview with UNLV TE Coach, Nate Longshore