Happy Hogmanay and Happy New Year.
All the good things planned for the holiday resembled the U.S. economy - somewhat devastated. A slightly scratchy throat led to a full blown cold by Tuesday evening. There was no need to even contemplate a couple of good bottles of wine and good food. Instead, I drank plenty of water and the only alcohol was in the cold medicine.
The only exception was a small glass of Oban Distillers Edition on New Year's day because it would almost be immoral to start a year without something to lubricate my Scottish roots. And yes, the first footer was a dark haired man who had the bottle in his hand when he crossed the threshold.
Tasting notes and some good food photos will return when I can smell and taste.