I hope that everybody had a lovely, delicious Thanksgiving. For my part, I ate enough butter and cream for a small French village to thrive in my small intenstine. Vive la beurre!
Here is a little reminder of summer to carry you through the Christmas onslaught:
My sister gave me a sandcastle bundt pan (“Buuuuuhn-t”) as a bridesmaid gift, and I broke it in for Thanksgiving with Maida Heatter’s pumpkin cake. I love the silly shape, and I think everyone enjoyed cutting out the doorways and breaking off little chunks at a time. The leftovers are sitting on my counter, but it no longer resembles a castle… more like a pumpkin Stonehenge — especially since we all went after the turrets yesterday morning, giggling as we waved them around in the air and swore (turrets with Tourette’s, get it?). It was funny, if not very PC.
On the wine front, I’m thinking loads about branding and the kind of image that I want for Zebra. Today I hope to finalize the romance copy for the back label, too. That is, if I don’t first fall into a leftover pie coma.