Holidays. Lots of thanking and remembering this end of the year. Canadian Thanksgiving, Remembrance Day, US Thanksgiving. Now Christmas Eve, the day itself and, then, New Years Eve. Thank God we have the meaninglessness of Boxing Day. Under the tree, a five year old gave me a copy of John Holl's Massachusetts Breweries. That was a surprise. No it wasn't. Now, drinking early on a Tuesday afternoon as I finish off the left over hors d'oeuvres from last night. Marine life mainly. With wee bits of capers and flat parsley. Things I do not normally consume. Exercise routine starts tomorrow. Count on it. Sausage on a bun as the presents were unwrapped.
Today, there is a shoulder of venison braising away and two packs of frozen Brussels sprouts waiting on the consummation of their co-mingling with a package of pancetta. Maybe a spinach salad, too. Ron is in fine form six time zones to the east. The Drink-along-with-Ron-athon is on. Whole national temperance movements could be built upon just his personal example. Had a very good Urziger Wurzgarten Riesling last night. Not sure how far I could get learning about German wine but give me a good Urziger Wurzgarten Riesling anytime. I know you share my thoughts on that matter.
Planning at some point over the holidays to have a go at Stan's new book For the Love of Hops. Jeff made is sound so hard to read: "not an breezy read"!!! I didn't sign up for beer nerd to face reads which are not breezy. Maybe I will skip the hard bits and pretend I didn't when I review the book. That's a plan.
So, there you go. Hope all is well with you and yours. Hope you get a Boxing Day, too, and if you don't I hope you live tomorrow as if you did, that you live out the true meaning of Boxing Day in everything you do and with everyone you meet.