Chapter 40
“I don’t drink wine a lot,” Seth admitted.
“I didn’t used to,” Chris said, reaching across the table for Seth’s hand. When he clasped it, he smiled. “I knew I needed to learn, though, in order to work in catering. Plus I cook with some wines, too.”
“You chose a white wine, right?”
“Yes. White is always good for seafood, but a soft red will go with fish, too.”
“What’s a ‘soft’ red?” Seth asked, his brow furrowing.
“Soft reds, or light reds, are smoother and have the aroma of red fruit, like cherries and raspberries.”
“I thought wine was made from grapes?”
“Yes, but there are many other fruits that can be added as well.”
Their salads arrived and Seth reluctantly let go of Chris’s hand and unrolled his napkin, letting the flatware slide out, then placed the fabric on his lap. The salad was crisp and fresh, and the Blue Cheese dressing was just the way he liked it—creamy with bits of the cheese still there. He took a sip of his wine.