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Now I'm not stupid. I wasn't gonna drink *ahem* taste more wine because I could. Plus, there was no way in California that I'd push my luck. That was the third time I was offered wine - no questions asked - this trip. This time, I was just gonna look around. The winery had the usual stuff: "cooking with wine" books, "wine dictionary" books, etc. However, I also ran into jars of Bobby Flay sauces. Looking at the ingredients, I wasn't surprised at what he put into it. The usual Southwestern style cookiecutter spices. Take a look at my Iron Chef post to see why I don't like the guy. Anyhow, I hung out in a shaded area outside of the winery.
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