If you are just now tuning in to my blog-o-vision, I’ll let you know that we (Mrs. Robot and I) like to spend Turksgiving in LA with friends of ours from university. The first item on any of my past Turksgiving ‘blog’ posts is about flying on Turksgiving day. That is awesome. JFK was quiet and calm and while our flight was pretty full, everyone was snoozy and quiet.
Our pals Kristy and Matt and Patty and Tom and Lou and Mark and Tracy had been cooking all day (when not fussing over Kristy & Matt's new baby) and we arrived just in time for pre-dinner cocktails. Dinner was stupid good. My two, or, um, three favorite things that I can recall:
I wrapped up my birthday bottle of 1970 Port and brought it along and we opened it after dinner (and ate some pie with it). The cork was a bit of a challenge to get out; some it came out and the rest crumbled into the wine. Luckily we had a fancy filter thing to use as we decanted it.
The next day is Bloody Friday. That is the day where we drink bloody marys and/or beer and watch James Bond movies and eat leftovers and sit in the hot tub. We did that.
Great drink! We had a sparkling wine from the Jura and then followed it up with a few bottles of Lambrusco.
Tacos and tortilla soup for lunch. Delicious.
