"Preaching to the choir," Lee replied, sighing softly at the memory of
the cellar he'd left behind in Louisiana, stocked to the brim with so
many good wines he'd never get the chance to taste now.
"I never really diverged into ciders," he told her, taking another
bite of the food on his plate and humming softly at the pleasantness
of the taste. "But I feel like I could trust you as far as pairings
are concerned. This food is really good," he went on.
"I grew up in the south, and my mother's family was French," he said
as he chewed another bite. "If you can make a gâteau basque, I'll be
your new best friend."
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Date: 2016-06-26 05:37 am (UTC)"Preaching to the choir," Lee replied, sighing softly at the memory of the cellar he'd left behind in Louisiana, stocked to the brim with so many good wines he'd never get the chance to taste now.
"I never really diverged into ciders," he told her, taking another bite of the food on his plate and humming softly at the pleasantness of the taste. "But I feel like I could trust you as far as pairings are concerned. This food is really good," he went on.
"I grew up in the south, and my mother's family was French," he said as he chewed another bite. "If you can make a gâteau basque, I'll be your new best friend."