Yesterday I was the recipient of a fedex package. It turned out to be 12 sparkling new Royal Doulton champagne glasses from my Mum. An early birthday present! Yes: twelve! I'm a lucky girl. I can't even imagine having a dinner party at my house for 12 people involving champagne - now I need to build up my other dining room equipment around these glasses - looking forward to it!
So my husband and I were faced with a problem - how to christen the crystal?
Our favourite pastime involves sharing pizza and champagne at home. I don't know when we started this ritual, but when we had our civil marriage in China (another story), Moet and a Magherita was our celebration feast of choice. So with nothing to celebrate yesterday (except for the new glasses!) we decided to make an excuse for a review.
Welcome to my place. On the menu is Veuve Clicquot and delivery Mediterranean and Vegetarian from Wildfire Pizza.
We put the bottle on ice and ordered the pizza. 45 minutes later we popped the cork when the delivery arrived. Cheers. The crystal had a nice ring to it. We opened the pizza and found. . . something we didn't order . . . with 1 piece missing. Who would believe we got a pizza with one piece missing?! So we debated what to do - would they believe us? It was kind of absurd and hard to prove. I took a photo, but who's to say I didn't take the piece out myself? The mind starts to imagine how the piece went missing - did the delivery guy sneak it on the way over? Did it get hooked in the oven on the way out? Never mind the mystery of the missing piece - someone probably found it later and thought it was weird to find a lone slice wherever it was - we called Wildfire back, and the manager was very apologetic. She was sending out a replacement of the right flavour and full pie straight away.
So we happily drank our champagne and ate one pizza. It gave me a chance to get to know my new glasses. They're heavy in the hand and make me feel so special. Strangely my champers didn't boast an effervescent bubble - is this because of the glass design or the bottle we had? I think it's fair to say that another bottle is in order to qualify our R&D for Royal Doulton. . . I'm sure they have a customer comments line or something. After a whole bottle of The Widow I just about could have called it for a serious conversation.
So the substitute pizza arrived - all eight pieces in tact - but again the wrong order. Who cared by that point. We were mostly done our champers, and just glad that somehow the mistake pizza happened to be vegetarian by a fortunate chance. You can't really go wrong with lots of cheese and garlic.
In the end? I still love my new glasses. I still love drinking champagne and eating take out pizza with my husband. Every time we have this dinner date it brings some quirky little story to tell.
I think it's the bubbles.
So my husband and I were faced with a problem - how to christen the crystal?
Our favourite pastime involves sharing pizza and champagne at home. I don't know when we started this ritual, but when we had our civil marriage in China (another story), Moet and a Magherita was our celebration feast of choice. So with nothing to celebrate yesterday (except for the new glasses!) we decided to make an excuse for a review.
Welcome to my place. On the menu is Veuve Clicquot and delivery Mediterranean and Vegetarian from Wildfire Pizza.
We put the bottle on ice and ordered the pizza. 45 minutes later we popped the cork when the delivery arrived. Cheers. The crystal had a nice ring to it. We opened the pizza and found. . . something we didn't order . . . with 1 piece missing. Who would believe we got a pizza with one piece missing?! So we debated what to do - would they believe us? It was kind of absurd and hard to prove. I took a photo, but who's to say I didn't take the piece out myself? The mind starts to imagine how the piece went missing - did the delivery guy sneak it on the way over? Did it get hooked in the oven on the way out? Never mind the mystery of the missing piece - someone probably found it later and thought it was weird to find a lone slice wherever it was - we called Wildfire back, and the manager was very apologetic. She was sending out a replacement of the right flavour and full pie straight away.
So we happily drank our champagne and ate one pizza. It gave me a chance to get to know my new glasses. They're heavy in the hand and make me feel so special. Strangely my champers didn't boast an effervescent bubble - is this because of the glass design or the bottle we had? I think it's fair to say that another bottle is in order to qualify our R&D for Royal Doulton. . . I'm sure they have a customer comments line or something. After a whole bottle of The Widow I just about could have called it for a serious conversation.
So the substitute pizza arrived - all eight pieces in tact - but again the wrong order. Who cared by that point. We were mostly done our champers, and just glad that somehow the mistake pizza happened to be vegetarian by a fortunate chance. You can't really go wrong with lots of cheese and garlic.
In the end? I still love my new glasses. I still love drinking champagne and eating take out pizza with my husband. Every time we have this dinner date it brings some quirky little story to tell.
I think it's the bubbles.
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