Who could ask for more?
Our good friends, Alison and David are even more reluctant to venture out than we are. We’ve not seen them in nearly a year. I suggested we Zoom with them and Alison suggested a Friday night cocktail hour. So we did it. It was delightful to catch up until the Old Fashioned cocktail went directly to my head and I had to leave the conversation to lie down. That’s what happens when you don’t eat all day and drink whiskey.
Dean and I celebrated the end of 2020 last night with classic champagne (CAVA actually) cocktails and a fire (and damned delightful fajitas with homemade flour tortillas).
Another delight of the day was watching this delightfully funny and (in)appropriate video from the self-described social impact agency, Public.
My favorite* part was “Fuck you, New Zealand! You think you’re better than us? Well, you are. BUT FUCK YOU ANYWAY!”.
*With apologies to Mali and all the wonderful people in New Zealand…
Dinner tonight included vegetarian empanadas (white and sweet potatoes) (both delightful) along with curtido and a cilantro, tomato salsa.
It was preceded by pisco sours.
Delightful.
Both Friday and Saturday cocktails were boulevardiers and we drank them in front of the fire instead of the cold, cold lodge.
