This has absolutely nothing what so ever to do with cooking but I have to share it with you.
It is late (for me anyways) and I'm lying bed in my little cozy room in Fairfield, Ct reading Noble Rot: A Bordeaux Wine Revolution and I just heard my very first hoot owl (Barred owl for you birdwatchers out there)!!
There is an old orchard out behind the farm house I room in and he is sitting out there somewhere in the crisp, clear, cold night just hooting away. How cool is that??!!
"Hoot, HOOT, Hoot, hoot"