Beating that drum again.

Dear Feastlings,
Ah, that relentless steady drumbeat. Or, rather, those relentless steady drumbeats. If there’s anything that can be said about us at Feast, it’s that we all have our go-tos. Mine, of late, has been whichever metaphor you choose: beating the bushes for another round of meal donations, or going back to the same well for meal donations, or, as the subject line suggests, beating that meal donation drum. We’ve nearly reached the mark of 7,500 meals donated on my trip to the Primavera Men’s Shelter today, so I’ve set my sights on 10,000 meals as my next goal for the near future. We’ll get started on the last leg of that journey when, in a week and a half, we drop off meals for the entire staff at Banner’s Crisis Response Center, and we hope you’ll join us in supporting their staff, and at the same time supporting ours.

Now more than ever.

Kevin’s has for years- nay, decades- been Picpoul, which even sounds like percussion, with all those plosives tucked into it. You still have a couple of hours to pick up your samples and taste along with us and four producers- two French and two domestic producers of Kevin’s favorite varietal. The list and the details of the tasting are here:

Pick a Picpoul!

and the logistical details of the zoom meeting at which we’ll taste it all are here:

Doug Levy is inviting you to a scheduled Zoom meeting.

Topic: Pick a Picpoul!
Time: Apr 10, 2021 02:00 PM Arizona

Join Zoom Meeting

Meeting ID: 865 9991 7757
Passcode: 005699

Dave’s drumbeat is the specials, soup and ice cream sections of the menu.

And there are other drums we beat: Mary Ann’s drumbeat is the attempt to send me home as the evening slows down; Megan’s is the planning of the upcoming wine tastings for the next four to six weeks. Katherine’s is the revitalization of the kitchen garden, and Henri’s is the toilet paper dispenser we need to replace before we reopen the dining room. There are dozens of drumbeats here, from nursing one of the parking lot cats back to health (Katie,) to choosing the proper garnish for upcoming cocktails (Aly,) to whether or not there’s eggplant in the family meal today (Kevin again.) So I submit to you that if you think the Grateful Dead are good with only two drummers (Kevin a third time,) they’ve got nothing on Feast. We have an easy three and a half dozen, and each drumming out a rhythm of their own. Maybe I won’t spit out any of the Picpoul I taste this afternoon.



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