What is a dove,
But a pigeon
With higher aspirations.
May your new year be filled with
Hopes and dreams attained,
Peace and prosperity gained,
And may you be,
First, this month's masthead is dedicated to the pigeon and the dove. We've made some resolutions and one of them is to take care of ourselves.
Next, we're back from partying hard for a week straight. Yes, I know that's an amusing segue. But we needed to cut lose and we have lots to tell. We'll start off with how we spent Saint Sylvestre (New Year's Eve).
Mr. Wild Dingo and I took two of our close friends who came out to visit us to a swanky establishment in Morges for a candle light dinner and dancing.
It was a 7 course meal that included an amuse-bouche, foie gras (pictured above), the most amazing risotto au lait de coco I ever did taste, salmon, veal and more.
It ended with this piece of art above. I almost didn't want to break into it. It tasted as good as it looked.
The place was totally decked out. We had a blast.
When we came home, we found these two had their own little celebration:
"Princess, what is that?"
"I think it's some sort of Amuse-bouche! You know, the hors-d'oeuvre served before the many other dishes of veal, salmon and foie gras that's surely going to come tonight?"
"Why don't you help me out big boy?"
"Cupcake, I'd like to save my appetite for the main course."
"Tastes like chicken, doesn't it?"
"My snooter tells me that there aren't any more dishes coming tonight."
"What? There's no other course than this silly string?"
"My bouche is no longer amused."
Meanwhile I made my own New Year's resolution:
To keep a tighter leash on Mr. Wild Dingo.
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