Really? All that for a walk ? 1) I feel silly even taking my turned-off phone on my daily rambles. 2) I like listening to birds and bees. 3) I get my day's worth of Vitamin D from the sunshine.
4) A glass of water before leaving will suffice for an hour. 5) And do I really care how many miles I've covered? Suddenly even a thing as simple as a walk has become occasion for purchasing gear and surrounding oneself with stuff. I guess I'm getting old and grumpy, but do we have to complicate everything ? And, of course, one of the most complicated things we do is eat and drink.
There are rules. There are a hundred things to consider, including sales to watch, nutritional charts to consult, calories to count, ratings to consider, ingredients to avoid for health/political/agricultural/environmental/social justice/animal rights reasons. No wonder some folks just reach for the nearest ultra-processed burger and bolt it.
I resist the complications as far as I'm able, shop at the Farmers Market for most of my daily food, at a couple of trusted wine sources for my daily glass. Pretty simple really. And pretty old-fashioned, too.
But sometimes old-fashioned is just the calming mode I need. I recently, for example, picked up a bottle (from The Pip, $26) of a white Côtes du Rh ô ne from Chateau Neuf du Pape. A quite old-fashioned sort of wine made by Domaine de Pégau, an old and storied producer that aims to “champion the traditional styles of Provence and the Rh ô ne.
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