Swizzled

One of my mother’s most prized possessions was one of these, an antique gold swizzle stick, a gift from her long term beau, that was the primary tool in her personal méthode de-champenoise…in order to remove the bubbles from her bubbly. 

I was was always like…just drink some fecking chardonnay. 

 

I can’t tell you how annoying it was to watch her doing this. More or less up there with how V felt when she used to have to observe her ordering half a grapefruit at an English country restaurant and then eating it with a knife and fork.