I went to a Hanukah party last night and ate more potato pancakes than there are days in February. Now, I'm a little shaky on the theory, but I believe I now have enough oil in me to light up a flame for the whole winter festive holiday season for every good little boy and girl in the world. Meanwhile, Chanukah Claus got me this book I've been eager to get my hands on, The Discovery of France. So there is a sanity clause, after all.

This year, I decided I'd make things to give to my loved oness. This one can be revealed since it's already been gifted and won't be repeated; it's a single bottle vintage of vin cotto, or two bottles of red wine boiled down with honey and spices: