Food: We had roast lamb with garlic and rosemary, roast carrots and parsnips with tarragon, and green beans with mushrooms and shallots. Very simple, with the usual problem trying to figure out when the roast reached 140° internally - it's hard to get that temperature probe into the part of the meat that'll take the longest to cook, and as usual I thought it was finished while it was still scarybloody pink in the middle of it. Still, everything came together at the last minute and [more importantly] was tasty.
Dessert would've happened [hot apple pie, Cheddar cheese, vanilla ice cream] if we'd've been hungry, but we skipped it in favor of opening the presents and retiring to the downstairs media lounge to watch Bad Santa.
To drink: 1997 Ch. Phélan-Ségur. Mmmm, tasty. Proof once again that the French really do know how to make good wine. Later on, we had a bottle of 2000 Domaine Carneros, which wasn't particularly interesting. I'm of the firm belief that you need to leave that stuff alone for about a decade before drinking; Dan, take note: next time, I think we'd do better to go with the Pacific Echo. :)
We then finished with the 2002 Bonny Doon Viognier Doux, which was absolutely spectacular. For some reason, it kind of smelled like model airplane glue, but in a good way. I thought it was a wonderful change of pace... not really like anything I've had before. I'd buy it again in a heartbeat.
Presents: Let this be known as the Year My In-Laws Figured Me Out. For over a decade, I've dropped none too subtle hints that I don't really like getting presents, and that the only presents I do like are things you can eat or drink. Somewhat amazingly, this is exactly what I got this year: various chocolates [mmmmmmm] and cookies [mmmmmmm] packaged in a cool Champagne bucket. Now we're talking. Dan topped it off with a new coffee maker, and Brian contributed with some $$$ towards the wine habit [promptly spent on Ridge late harvest Zinfandel, Champagne, Mondavi cabernet (to celebrate the passing of his company), and Yalumba Clocktower port for today's Lord of the Rings viewing marathon - I mean, Hobbits must drink port, right?].
Now, I'm off to the airport to pick up Mr. Smith, who's currently over Idaho on his way back from Billings.
Happy Boxing day, everyone!