New Year's Eve festivities frequently feature a fantastic fondue fete (fillet and fish) with friends and family featuring fun, frivolity, foolishness, facts and falsehoods, few faux pas, fervent feasting on fancy food and fruit, faultless fermented firewater, finery without foppery or frippery, foreswearing further football. At least for us.
OK, enough with the f's. The aftereffects of the "firewater", though not overwhelming at all, still are not without some effect. A fine flow is hard to achieve with alliteration. Here's a few fotos (past and present).
Many years at the cabin.
Or worrying about Y2K:
We look tense don't we? Or not worrying about anything.
You will note the presence of wine in many of these photos.
Last night was a special wine night. One of the things Harry and I have done is buy a nice bottle of wine from the birth year of each of our children to be consumed in conjunction with their 21st birthday. Madeline turns 21 in three weeks, and she was in attendance last night. Harry must really like Madeline (or wine). Because last night he pulled out "Madeline's" 1985 vintages of Chateau de Latour, Lynch Bages (which rated the wine of the year by The Wine Spectator), Caymus Special Select, and Chateau Montelena. Which made the swill we brought seem pretty paltry.
Though I'm primarily a California wine drinker, it's fun to try French reds now and then. To me they have an almost leathery smell. They seem "layered" - if that makes sense. Wonderful wines, though probably too subtle for me to enjoy as fully as they deserve. And as an added bonus - Madeline didn't like them all that much. More for the wheezers!
Another in a long line of special evenings among friends.
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