Moscato is a type of wine. So I’ve always wondered if my ancestors ran a vineyard, and I’ve actually entertained the idea of running one someday. That is, along with the other professions I think of daily. This story makes me think it’s not such a great idea: “Frost protection demands not only the ability to function sleep-deprived in the wee hours, but the endurance to handle consecutive late nights and the long days between. ” Also wine-related…. I never know how to pick out wines. Sometimes cheap wine tastes like gasoline. Sometimes it’s not half-bad. Sometimes expensive wine tastes not-terribly-better than cheap stuff. Here is why.

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