I have a new rule: don’t be the first person to arrive at a wine party.

Last night, Jamie had people over to try wines that she bought on her trip to Germany. She told us to come over at 9. I felt really guilty because I left my house at 9, and didn’t get to her house until 9:30. Punctuality is not really a universal notion; I was there a half hour before anyone else. Naturally, Jamie offered me the first samples of her wine, and by the time the other people showed up, I was two to three glasses ahead. German wine is very light and sweet, and it goes down as easily as piña coladas. Jamie is a very gracious hostess, reminiscent of Christine. She never let a glass go empty. It was a great time, but when Jamie was pouring Jennilee her 22nd glass and Jenni pulled her glass away and Jamie kept on pouring all over poor Jenni, I knew it was time to go.

Yesterday was also the practical for the Fraisier. I know my cake tastes good, but it really isn’t that pretty. Perhaps I could go into making pastry for the blind….