The King and I

Yes, SWIRL fans, with this Epiphany luncheon a king was chosen to lead the pack.  Perhaps it was because this year's festivities fell so close to Fat Tuesday, but the lucky beignet fell to me.  I will endeavor to reign with a velvet glove and a lion's heart.

By way of first order, I invoked a return to the holiday celebrations of my youth, that is, for this calendar year, we will celebrate holidays as they come and not in the fashion invoked by Richard the Deceptive Heart Nixon: conveniently compressing holidays to fit into a tidy three-day weekend formula. So, on February 12th and 22nd, Abe and George regain their rightful status as celebrations of note.

This year's Epiphany was a beauty: all accounted for except our southern sister Kay.  We ate like kings and queens, drank the finest of fizz and laughed as only those who love freely can.  Proof?  I offer you this:

Long may we run!

I will endeavor to post more on this blog this year.  Last year's attempt at naming the "60 finest" wines to coincide with my age was clearly a bust.  The task proved too big.  Every wine tasted could have been on the list and how to choose?  Sure, some proved more memorable than others and the "inclusion" part is easy; it's the exclusion part that gives me pause.  

Salud, prost, asante: I raise a new glass to my Swirler brothers and sisters and look forward to providing a court worthy of your attention.

WtE