last of the .He wine

My ski-dance roommate, M.He, brought a five-liter jug of homemade berry wine to the hotel. The story behind the wine is long and fascinating, with tragic elements, but I'll compress: a freezer was being sold at auction and she talked the auctioneer into letting her rescue the contents, most of which were berries that she had picked. Then she and a friend turned the whole mess of berries into 45 liters of wine. (They threw in a package of bananas that was in the freezer, too.) The result was deeeelicious.

In this picture, she and I are chilling before dinner (ok...several hours before dinner) (ok...strictly speaking, not that long after lunch) with the berry wine and some mixed nuts. This, my friends, is vacation.