It stood near the stove.
Empty.
Patient.
Watching ingredients come together.
One step at a time.
The kitchen was alive.
Chopping.
Stirring.
A pinch of this.
A pause for taste.
Nothing rushed.
Nothing skipped.
Just the quiet focus.
Making something with care.
The glass stayed put.
Not yet.
Not while the sauce simmered.
Not while the oven hummed.
Not while flavors found their balance.
Then it happened.
The final stir.
The heat turned off.
The dish rested.
And suddenly.
The moment arrived.
You reached for the bottle.
Not as a distraction.
As a companion.
The pour felt earned.
The wine met the air.
Just as the meal met completion.
And the first sip tasted better.
Because everything else.
Was ready too.
When Craft Invites The Pour:
Some wines wait for people.
Some for moods.
But this one.
it waited for effort.
For intention.
For the satisfaction.
Finishing something well.
Wine respects process.
It understands patience.
It pairs beautifully.
With work done slowly.
And thoughtfully.
The Taste Of Something Done Right:
There’s a unique joy.
In that pause before the first bite.
When the table is set.
When the kitchen exhales.
When pride settles in quietly.
This glass tasted like that.
like completion.
Like care.
Like the reward that come.
After attention has been paid.
Your Turn
Have you ever poured a glass only after the meal was finally ready?
Share it or drop a 🍳 if cooking has ever made your wine taste even better.
Cheers🍷