Weekends (when free) in Virginia mean visiting wineries. Lots of them. Weekends when you have the plague and go stir crazy? Wineries that won’t be crowded so you don’t annoy people with your not at all contagious plague cough. (Seriously, it was just a dry cough, no need to be alarmed).
A few weeks ago- mid plague- the Mr. and I were so sick and tired of being holed up in our apartment, wishing the plague would go away. His thought was to get some fresh air. So we drove all the way out to the Virginia countryside, in the hopes that the fresh air would do me well. (Turns out it didn’t. I just got some air, and felt a little better, but the plague did not go away).
Let’s start with lunch. What better lunch than homemade lasanga, garlic bread, and a bottle of red? Seriously. Naked Mountain does it right.
I am in love with this meal. It may be the best thing I have ever consumed at a winery. Then again, I think it was because I was hungry. Or was it the sauce had a little bit of their red wine in it? Was it the plague? The world will never know. But seriously, throughout the winter, get to Naked Mountain and have their lasanga. To. Die. For.
And when you’re on your 2nd glass of the bottle each, what better way to end the visit than with…
Seriously, can it get any better? One of the wines on their tasting is a port, and one woman who was doing our tasting told me that she uses her port in brownies instead of water. Hmm. I may have to try it. Unfortunately, this brownie did not have Port.
Oh and kudos to the staff at Naked. They know us all too well. (we go at least once a month!) They knew to cut the brownie in half for us. (We are children when it comes down to it. I swear).
Off to our next and favorite stop. We’ve become friends with the owners, Mr. Louis and Miss Katie. Our favorite older Greek couple in all of Virginia. They welcomed us on a tour last summer, she fed us more than enough cheese, crackers, spinach pie to get us overly infatuated, and then bam! Next thing we know, we were signed up for the wine club, and attending the Winemaker’s Holiday dinner.
This is one of my favorite places to escape the city noise. Look! It even looks quiet. It’s even more pretty and serene during the Spring/Summer season when the grapes are growing. It’s really a little hideaway for the Mr. and I to enjoy amazing wine.
…speaking of amazing. Mr. Louis was so excited, he had just finished a barrel of wine, and was sampling it for us. This man can make wine- no questions asked.
I’m no expert, but it was like drinking grown up grape juice. So delicious. You must get to Mediterranean Cellars when you come to the DC area. It may be an hour from city limits, but oh my goodness- it’s a slice of delicious and heaven on earth. So beautiful. Their patio is amazing, the interior always has soothing background music, the tastings are fantastic, and the service is incredible. You cannot NOT have a good relaxing time- it’s like you came home to bottles upon bottles of wine.
Now you know what I do on the weekends. Relax with good company, good food, fun, family and friends. To me and my non-glamorous lifestyle, this can’t get any better. I look for the small smiles in everyday, and always thank God that life is good.
What are your plans this weekend?
How do you plan on finding the good in the weekend?
Can I offer a suggestion?