Salud! A votre sante! Mud in your eye…
Wine is a part of every dinner with us, for pleasure not formality. We don’t demand crystal (or even stems), candles or table cloths but every wine and every meal opens with a toast. Nothing lifts the spirits like lifting a glass.
Sometimes it’s thanks for the fisherfolk who brought in the shrimp, cheers for a friend facing surgery, or luck to my stepdaughter Alex on a test. Or compliments to the chef (that never hurts).
Try it. If nothing comes to mind, the Royal Navy’s toast always works: “To absent friends.’’
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