The anxious looks on organizers faces could be read from across the room … this was the “first annual” winemakers dinner at the festival and guest were arriving, the big night had arrived: the preparation, the hard work all comes down to the next 3 hours. They sold out 15 tables, maxed out seating and the capacity of the tent – they now awaited the big moment, the start of what they had envisioned months ago. I had been asked to host one of the 15 tables – with only 13 wineries in the Lake Erie North Shore and a few winemakers indisposed they had some extra tables that needed their guests attended to. So I had to leave my parents (who came down to hear me speak for the first time) and my foodie (Erica) behind to fend for their own dinner (how am I ever going to get a proper take on mushroom and tomato dishes?) and turned my attention and critical eye to this dinner and info-taining the 9 folks at “my table”… (Read more)