Yup, you heard me correctly I am ever so grateful for hangovers. I am so happy my mind and body react so negatively to me running poison through my liver. –sorry liver! I like a glass of wine with dinner but I am no match for my dear husband who inherited some miraculous cast iron liver from the Irish side of his family. I did not, my liver is a delicate flower that wakes me at 5 am on the day after Valentine’s Day slamming the inside my cranium with a sledge-hammer as mighty as Thor’s.
I had it all planned, Champagne doesn’t give me a hang over, there was a perfectly chilled bottle, not the super French one I love with the orange label but a respectable cheap one. My misstep was looking at the burgundy seasoned lamb tips and mashed cauliflower and thinking, then saying: “Do we have a nice red wine open?”
My dear husband comes from a world that has no concept of an open bottle of wine… I come to the table and find he’s filled a carafe with red wine, a very tasty cab and seriously, I only wanted a glass but the thing about a carafe is, they are right there on the table pleading for attention, they might as well have a ‘drink me’ tag tied to the neck! So yummy lamb, tasty puff pastry and delicious mashed garlicky cauliflower and the wine kept flowing! Soon we were donning snow boots (polka-dotted ones, see previous and relevant post) and running around the dogs yard with the dogs and tossing dog treats for them to chase. I have to say, one more nice thing about a foot of snow, you can see doggy poo easily in a full moon and avoid it!
But, that leaves me with this killer headache this morning and my sincerest apologies to my liver…