Buffeted at the buffet…

Although the weather outside was a bit rough, we celebrated Andrea’s birthday at Wimmer’s a week or so ago.As usual, Thomas and I put a pretty good dent in the Hefeweizen stock. Andrea enjoyed some of Wimmer’s own wine.Brave souls that they are, they even invited the Prickril brood. The kids get an A for behavior. They seem to be getting the knack of party going, behaving themselves exceptionally well of late.Their eating habits are funny. Without any prodding (or even a good example) from us, Emily naturally stocks up on healthy grub. Wimmer has the biggest variety of food I’ve ever seen, but she made a beeline for the salad bar. The same can’t be said for Robert, who, although he’s broadening his culinary horizons, can’t resist the urge to improvise a donut\Danish-like concoction with a normal dinner role and chocolate pudding.Some time ago, Thomas turned me on to bitters as a digestif. His brand of choice (and now mine) is Fernet Branca. At Wimmer, we settled for Ramazzotti. This stuff really hits the spot after copious amounts of food and drink.