Wine and Kissing

Mr. Dickenson writes to Paul…

Chardonnay and Triscuits

By John Dickinson

You once mentioned that your first date with your wife was (I think) camping along the Tuolumne river. We should probably pass on to the next generation of romantic hopefuls what an effective strategy this is.

Susan and my first date (22 years ago ) included BBQ Chicken, Smoked Oysters, Alouette Garlic spread and Triscuits, and a bottle of Chardonnay – sitting on a rock in the middle of the Merced river just below Bridalveil falls in Yosemite.

A full moon rose over half-dome ( she thinks I planned it that way, but it was just blind luck ) and we later walked over to Yosemite falls in the moonlight and got soaked in the mist. She decided it was THE most romantic date she had ever been on and that I was a keeper.

The fact that we later went back to separate tents to sleep, and that I got up to make sour-dough english muffins (from my own sourdough starter) and cowboy coffee in the very chilly morning cinched the deal.