Fortunately the sun is shining, blackbirds are singing, and out in the snow we have a fire kindled with the expectations of summer. Dead twigs from the bushes, and other hindrances of growth are aflame. There's a smell of smoke hovering in the garden. The druid fire is burning.

In the kitchen the oven is opened, the roast of lambkin is spread with strong coffee, cream and honey. The cloves of garlic are swelling in the slashes. The scent is hovering in the air. Mouths get wet.

Lamb? Full of symbolics at Easter. Transformed, by man, into mutton: meat that has sweated under the thick wool, and swollen with powerful taste.

Lambkin? Symbolics in second degree. At Easter. And soft, munchy, milder taste to be enjoyed.

A lambkin wine? Medium bodied. Rather mature, no longer the brightest red. Relaxed. Preferably with a good structure and softness than with acids and strong tannines. Slight roundness from the oak. More darkness than fruit in the scent. - Señorío de los Llanos Gran Reserva 1990. My recommendation with tasty but mild meat. Enjoyable economically!