Black Plaid
Other Alan!
Les' floor is probably that much because he's doing it in walnut, or mahogany, perhaps Brazilian Rosewood, or maybe just a nice curly maple and he gonna have Trampas come in and do a nice dragon's breath fade on it.
Les' floor is probably that much because he's doing it in walnut, or mahogany, perhaps Brazilian Rosewood, or maybe just a nice curly maple and he gonna have Trampas come in and do a nice dragon's breath fade on it.
I'd easily say that a wine rack doesn't smell bad, but looks beautiful. But I gotta ask (at risk of personal life and limb here), grilling, OTOH, does make you smell like what's cooking, but I'd hazard to say you never say that to your wife when she cooks a meal. (Waiting for other shoe...)
Here's my modest sized wine rack:
And no, you can't "borrow" a bottle of wine, Les, go get your own box.
Les' floor is probably that much because he's doing it in walnut, or mahogany, perhaps Brazilian Rosewood, or maybe just a nice curly maple and he gonna have Trampas come in and do a nice dragon's breath fade on it.
Haha!
Well, I have been vainly trying to convince my wife not to cook since early in our marriage many, many, many years ago, because of the all-around house/people smell/mess issues (except baking, which smells good)), but she ignores me.
What can one do? I like music, she likes cooking.
Hey, nice rack!
Usually I say that about equipment racks. Some with their minds in the gutter think I’m referring to other things.
I don’t have a wine rack, but I do have equipment racks.
Man, that sounds rough. </sarcasm>
It was a different era. That lifestyle seemed normal at the time.
People had live-in housekeepers and cooks.
And then the Civil War happened...
It was a different era. That lifestyle seemed normal at the time.
People had live-in housekeepers and cooks.
Man, that sounds rough. </sarcasm>
I cook six nights a week most weeks. Plus I'm responsible for breakfasts and lunches weekday mornings for the whole family. I spend a lot of time in the kitchen.
At my old house I had a wet bar with a refrigerated wine rack. It was fairly elaborate, considering that I didn’t really ever like wine all that much, but in the 80s when we built the house, it was kind of a thing to have. Nice for when company came over.
Also my mom didn’t cook. My grandmother didn’t, either. They employed cooks. When the cooks were off, we went out for dinner. Wonderfully civilized.
The unopened box/bottle sits in my living room today in 2018.
Yeah, am surprised myself it had not been consumed as of yet. Will likely wait for some special occasion, like an anniversary, or wedding gift, or retirement...
And then the Civil War happened...
Maybe next year when the Red Socks win the Super Bowl? 2019 is gonna be your year, man.
Your family was likely well-to-do and could afford house servants. Well to the manor born you are, Les! I don't think I'd envision you as a Downton Abbey type, but more the genteel upscale Hampton Beach type. (no, not the toaster or food processor)
Maybe next year when the Red Socks win the Super Bowl? 2019 is gonna be your year, man.