Shortly after college I was gifted a bottle of Dom Perignon. On a Wednesday I cracked it and corralled my roommates in the kitchen of our Allston, Massachusetts apartment. “Cheers!”
“What’s the occasion?” they asked.
“We are having champagne,” I said with a crooked grin, raising a glass to serve as punctuation on the matter.
A fine beverage can very well be occasion for celebration in and of itself. Continue reading