old prune

When I asked a French friend why her compatriots resist A/C, she explained: “It pollutes, it’s often too cold, the air is fake. It makes you sick, and it gives you a headache. It keeps you inside and it creates nonstop arguments with the team at work. It makes me feel like an old prune.”

In 1970, Winiarski and some investors purchased an old prune orchard off the Silverado Trail, a few miles north of Napa in what is now known as the Stags Leap District American Viticultural Area.

At night it’s like lookin’ at a moldy old prune—jest all kinds a-gray dots and lines and curlicues amidst the blackness.”

For us, the grown-ups, she takes an old Prune favorite, a shaved-celery-and-fennel salad, and turns it into a sandwich.

“You’ll turn into a wrinkled old prune, and for what? Elim?”