HB&B Blog — Austria

I’m writing to you from the middle of the late summer coda it didn’t look like we would to get this year – September ablaze with sudden sun that has us all pouring out of our houses, blinking in disbelief. In the past two days I have decorated my shoulders with mosquito bites and garlanded my neck and arms with faint sunburn. There is a bittersweetness to this moment and its brevity, but for now, the only thing there is to do is to soak it all in one last time. That’s just as true for what’s on your plate....

“Y’all, I need to tell you about this soup I made last night.” My phone lit up with a message from my friend Jess, quickly followed by a photo of rustic ceramic bowls filled with an extravagantly green liquid. “First, I don’t get excited about soup! I certainly don't get excited about spinach,” she wrote. But this spinach soup was unexpected. “Not since spinach and artichoke dip has spinach ever been this irresistible.” It was honestly the best thing she’d made all year, she said. Spinach soup wasn’t exactly on my list of go-tos either, but like most, I find rave...

Who is Winifred? What’s her story? She’s not giving much away, staring at us as she does, rather blankly. Not exactly happy, but not sad either. Her firmly parted hair suggests a certain amount of seriousness. Perhaps more serious than you might expect for a rosé. It’s fair to say the juice within this Instagram-friendly bottle is also more serious than you might expect for a rosé. Quite deep and dense in colour, it’s almost a light red. If Winifred were drawn in colour, she might remind me of Michelle of the Resistance from ‘Allo ‘Allo. All this may seem...