My roommate situation has undergone a drastic, welcome, and wonderful change over the past there months. I still live with the 6 foot 4 gay Trekkie, but the crazy raver bitch and creepy hermit are gone and replaced by two lovely young ladies. One of them, Italian and direct from Florence, made spaghetti tonight. They really do know how to do food, those Italians.
That definitely sounds like an upgrade.
I had dinner at a friend's - we cooked a lamb ragu thing with artichoke hearts.
While waiting for that to cook, we polished off a nice Vouvray and tried it with some of the left-over artichoke, just to see if the pairing worked. Artichoke is notoriously tricky to pair, but to my taste, I thought the Vouvray went well with it.