This weekend Scott and I celebrated the annual Harvest Dinner, a tradition that we have shared with friends for a number of years. It started when we realized that, between a few of us, we had a small vertical collection of the same wine from the same winery: Pinot Gris, I think, from Grey Monk. To celebrate this happy coincidence, we prepared an elaborate multicourse dinner to go with the wine. The evening ended with everyone lying on the floor groaning and complaining of eating too much. Naturally, we had to do it again the next year.
This year, the venue was Whistler. The event has expanded to include new friends, and in a somewhat alarming development, was held over two nights. We laughed a lot, drank good wine, and over-ate delicious foods (Scott and I contributed bison roast on night one, and homemade lemon meringue pie on night two). Our pacing is a bit better, but as a symbolic gesture we had a few minutes of lying on the floor holding our stomachs.
A late-night deal was struck to hold the 10th anniversary dinner in Italy. Or was it France? Either way, good food and friends are in our future.
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