Dear Feastlings,
I don’t know what the deal was with the wind yesterday, and I’m supremely grateful that the wind didn’t do to us here what it’s done to our counterparts in Los Angeles County- we’re wishing them well from over here- but I will tell you this: the wind not only kept our seafood order off the road yesterday, but it knocked down a tree onto our seafood rep’s house, broke his fence and allowed his dog to bolt and disappear, so it was a stressful day all the way around, and he was understandably incommunicado, which exacerbated matters.
I don’t pretend that the stress of not knowing whether your seafood order is coming is remotely comparable to that of your dog running away, let alone having forest fires blown into your neighborhood by hundred-mile-an-hour winds, but the upshot is that we may or may not have enough redfish to get through the night. I’ll take that over the dog getting out or being evacuated any day.
You’ll be pleased to know that the dog has since returned- I even heard him barking in the background- and the damage to our seafood rep’s house appears to be unpleasant but not evacuation-worthy.
Truly, though, the reason I’m writing you a second note this week is because by Tuesday, I hadn’t had everything together to post about this Saturday’s wine tasting. I do now, and it looks like this:
With that, I leave you to consider joining us, whether for the tasting or just for kicks any other time, and I hope none of your winds are ill winds.
Your pal,
Doug