Distracted by dinner; delighted by drink

No-one dared mention ‘the proposal’ yesterday. Philippa went jogging then spent longer in the shower than usual, and we got to Ted and Beryl’s an hour early for lunch.
Beryl, yet again, surpassed herself. She’s already warming up for Christmas, and was trying out a new way of roasting parsnips, with butter and rosemary I think. They were DELICIOUS!
Ted’s son Simon has brewed his own wine, so we had to do a taste-test after lunch.
Beryl stuck to the sherry, but the rest of us piled in like alcoholics at a beer festival. There was apple and ginger, blackberry and nettle, and something that tasted like peaches.
It was repulsive, but got me pissed quicker than an ethanol enema, so I think I’ll order a bottle for Christmas.

RC 7-11-11