Friday night is Bottle of Wine Night. Actually, that makes it sound like the remainder of the week is spent in Methodist style sobriety. But Fridays are often the nights where a bottle is most welcome, being the liminal point between week and weekend.
I did not hit the booze on stepping through the door. Instead I did half an hour's bassoon practice in anticipation of Sunday's concert. The wine was pretty rapid after that, though. We drank it to a fabulous lasagne. Several weeks ago, Claire made a ragu sauce following Delia's recipe and froze it in portions. The result is the best bolognaise I have tasted. After this we had home made creme caramel, only one of which having been licked by Stan. All washed down with fizzy blackberry wine, which delicious even if does make me belch. Friday night was a gastronomic treat.