
Although I'm really a red wine kinda girl,there's this Riesling I <3 called Clean Slate. I happened up on it at one of my fiancé’s favorite restaurants - J. Alexander’s. One tasting and the search was on!!! Where oh where can I find Clean Slate??? Oh where, oh where could it be??? You'd think in Louisiana (the state that had/has the Grandfather Alcohol Clause of 18), it would be readily available. Nevertheless, after searching for what seemed like an eternity, my fiancé' finally discovered it at our secret spot. Now of course if it's a secret, I certainly cannot disclose the location of the bat cave, but trust it's an exclusive place, tucked in the corner of a courtyard. It's so discreet/selective/divine that only the Israelites would have access to a glass after the plaque and the exodus, crossing the Red Sea, and wandering in the wilderness (FYI I will soon become a descendent of Moses!!!). Anywho. So as I begin my personal pondering session this evening (since I missed yesterday/damn YMCA), noting that there isn't any in the house, one of those proverbial analogies hit me. First,Clean Slate...On the steep hills above the winding Mosel River in Mosel Germany, a region of steep slate hills and winding rivers, grows the world's most celebrated Riesling vines. From their noble grapes, a perfectly balanced Riesling is crafted with ripe peach taste and crisp mineral notes. The clean, elegant flavor is delicious!!! The analogy...Just like Moses standing on Mount Sinai(the moon)/Mount Horeb(the sun), God gave us the Ten Commandments - the two tablets of moral foundation and we've broke the first set. Yet, God is giving us a second set - a Clean Slate if you will. He's giving us another chance (7 months) to navigate our way over the steep slate hills, winding rivers and mountains that come before, during, and after marriage. My prayer is that we will be white a snow (no pun intended on my wedding dress); that we be a tabula rasa; that we would be a Clean Slate. This is my solemn vow.


