Glasses.
I’m writing this in the continuous
long Sunday afternoon that is the week in-between Christmas and New Year. The
intake of food and drink at Higher Plot and at various relative’s abodes has
been prodigious and the urge to write an article about further indulgence isn’t
as strong as it could be. We don’t feel too guilty about taking advantage of the
Slackmus period partly because the end of the holidays means getting our big
coats on for the start of winter pruning and also, I’ve just read an article
about the alcohol intake of one of the greats of the wine trade 90 year old Michael
Broadbent’ His son wrote -
"Though my parents were in the wine business they aren't big drinkers. Champagne for breakfast because orange juice is so boring without Champagne. Then nothing until lunch, except perhaps you'd be given Madeira because their coffee was so bad. But otherwise nothing except for a Bloody Mary. They'd then have white and red wine with lunch and Port after, but that&#…
"Though my parents were in the wine business they aren't big drinkers. Champagne for breakfast because orange juice is so boring without Champagne. Then nothing until lunch, except perhaps you'd be given Madeira because their coffee was so bad. But otherwise nothing except for a Bloody Mary. They'd then have white and red wine with lunch and Port after, but that&#…
