Sweat pant Saturday with Champagne, Dogs and Fire
6 September 2014
After eleven days of school that include a 5:00 am wake up call from my iPhone singing Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’,” it felt juicy and decadent to stay in bed until 8:00 today.
Downstairs, the temperature was a chilly 58 degrees. With the fire on, I brewed a pot of coffee, fed the dogs, visited with a girlfriend living in South Carolina about racism, and settled down in my sweat pants with the dogs.
Now, I am enjoying a glass of champagne. Well, it’s the “champagne of dairy.” Reading the label, I found this:
“The Champagne of Dairy
Lifeway Kefir may be slightly effervescent due to its unique probiotic strains – look for a slightly rounded bottle – it is perfectly safe, delicious and active. But, don’t forget to shake really well before popping the top. The natural non-homogenized milk may have a few lumps.
Seeing that, how could I resist shaking it and popping the top? Since it is a screw top, it did not make the traditional sound of opening a bottle of Veuve Clicquot. Opening a bottle of champagne should not be accompanied by a “pop,” it should sound like the sigh of a contented woman.
I poured the thick pink champagne of dairy into a tall glass with a stem and sat by the fire and sipping in my sweat pants with the whole Hooker Horde.