Sun poured into the room where Richmond, John and I sat drinking an early evening libation. Having missed the Kentucky Derby and our yearly mint julep on the traditional Saturday, we had felt the need to make up for the loss on Sunday.
Richmond’s juleps are a perfect blend of sweetened mint, ice and Maker’s Mark; even a sometime drinker such as I finds they go down very easily. Several hours slipped by as we sipped and enjoyed ham-wrapped asparagus and a duo of cheeses John brought back the day before from the upper reaches of New England. One of them, a Fiddlehead Tomme from Boggy Meadow Farm in Walpole, NH, is an all time favorite with the three of us.
Twilight began to fall, and I found my thoughts turning towards dessert. “I need a cupcake,” I announced. “No you don’t,” replied John, but his efforts to distract me were ineffective, to say the least. After a few more minutes of my sighing, John remembered he had at home a Maine specialty known as a Needham.
For the last of our four
Also featured at my birthday party was this irresistible honorable mention: The Flaming Pig, filled with burning brandy on which is broiling a chourico (and then a linguica, another chourico, and then a couple of Italian sausages...). All the menfolk had to assist in this particular culinary endeavor.

Every year my employer allows us an afternoon for a Yankee Swap and some goodies. The affair has grown with the company over the years, from an original potluck by yours truly serving 25 employees to a small team of dedicated elves serving the 94 employees in the Lexington office of an international corporation.