Birthday Cioppino

You could smell it as soon as you stepped inside the house: Cioppino. And since I didn’t take a picture, you’ll have to imagine it: a trailing line of guests waiting for their turn at the piping hot, savory stew. By the time I remembered to snap a photo, we were settling back into our chairs with satisfied smiles on our faces and full bellies–not so picturesque, perhaps.

The Cioppino celebrated Mark’s 47th birthday, and I am honored to have been part of the festivities. The party took place in a charming home in Sacramento, and while I’m a proponent of all things Napa Valley, I am, in the larger sense, a proponent of all things delicious.

To drink? Wine, of course, and winter beers and barleywine.