Yes, you just got gratuitously f-bombed by WAF. Sorry about that folks. I’m just feeling a bit sassy and satisfied after a productive afternoon in the studio. Also, after Drunk Mama’s recent readings of this essay at Thanksgiving (yes, the kids were in bed) and at Cellar Mouse’s birthday gathering, we just can’t help ourselves but appropriate from it whenever we get the chance. It seems like there is always an appropriate (or inappropriate) occasion.
Speaking of appropriate occasions, Decorative Gourd Season is officially over. I know, it’s hard to see them go, but it’s time to pack those freaky vegetables away in their Rubbermaid bins and for them to take their place in the attic beside the other boxes of seasonal and holiday decor. Its time for something even more festive. Bubbles! Its Champagne Season Mother*%&$rs! (Sorry again, I really just can’t help myself.)
I admittedly know very little about champagne, or sparkling wine, as the case may be. I do know that I am always happy to partake on a festive occasion. I am trying to take a little time to educate myself before our next sparkling Battle of the Bottles. We still haven’t finalized our contestants and are always happy to have recommendations from our readers.
Alas, my new champagne cups will not be ready to use in the battle, and doubtfully for New Year’s Eve. The ceramic process takes time and patience. I do hope to have many occasions for celebration in the coming year, however. I also think they could be re-purposed for serving liquid truffles. It’s always Chocolate Season