October begins my slow, three month crawl into complete decadence, at least as far as eating and drinking go.
By the time Christmas dinner is over, I have just enough food enthusiasm left for one final hooray to make it through New Year's. After that, I take a well deserved break, but from October through the end of the year: I am a machine. And I want it all: to bake, cook, slice, pour and serve (and be served) with abandon.
