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There are a lot of things I love about summer, but one of my favorite things is vacations. I don't know if it's nostalgia for summer break, but there's something about going on vacation during warm weather that makes you feel like a kid again. 

Of course, being a grown up means that your vacations usually involve more booze and less crafting those lizards out of beads. While I could wax on about what to pack for the perfect summer vaycay, I'm gonna focus on the most important thing: What wine should be your travel companion?

So I’ll admit, I’ve actually had this whole post planned out for like a month, but with summer and everything it’s been difficult to actually sit down and write it. Weirdly, it turned out to be a good thing, because I’ve had a life-altering experience over the weekend that I feel like talking about instead.

 So in case anyone missed the memo, it’s hot here. Not quite Alabama hot yet, but it’s getting up there. It’s the kind of day where you basically have two options: hide inside in the air conditioning or haul yourself out to the pool and stay there all day.

One of my favorite summer activities is making playlists. Summer always has so many fun activities: road trips, weddings...day drinking. All of these activities are fun by themselves, but there's something about certain songs that just remind me of summer. I love the challenge of creating the perfect playlist for the occasion—after all, what's a road trip without listening to "Take it Easy" by the Eagles, or dancing at a wedding without "Sweet Caroline"? Plus, heaven forbid we have a day of day-drinking without listening to "That's the Way It Is" by the incomparable Celine Dion (okay maybe that one's a little more subjective...). 

Like the perfect soundtrack, there's also something about drinking Rose that just reminds me of summer. Maybe it's the festive color or the berry flavors, but I've definitely been in the mood for #roseallday the past month. 

It's finally spring here in Nashville, which means that while there may be an unnatural amount of rain, we are also seeing blue skies for the first time in what feels like forever. I think that no matter how long I live in Nashville, I'll always be a true Californian (i.e. I'm kind of like a lizard and need to be in the sun constantly). 

Today however I am here not only to wax on about springtime, but also to talk about an American classic: Moby Dick. Most people will remember Moby Dick as this hugely famous (and hugely boring) novel that may or may not have been assigned reading in high school or college. As fascinating as roughly 927 pages of insights on whaling  may be, the book is mostly famous for the idea of a "white whale." A white whale basically refers to something that a person is obsessed with, but that remains out of reach. Although I'm no Captain Ahab, I too have my own white whale: Txakolina. 

Once upon a time, when I was a wee Molly, I lived in a neighborhood with about ten other kids. Most of my childhood memories are tied to that neighborhood: exploring in the boy across the street's power-wheel car, eating tortillas made by the girl next door's grandmother, and running from imaginary spiders with the boy who lived four houses down.  

One of my best friends and neighbors at the time was a bit older than me, and was particularly talented at getting me to try new ideas that typically... weren't great (see examples like seeing how far we could jump off the swings, collecting hail in buckets, and trying to tame the cat that lived under our porch). 

One day he presented his latest idea: Sneaky Snacks.