A Toast to the Toast

Love these toasts! Here’s my favorite Scottish toast: “May the best you’ve ever seen
Be the worst you’ll ever see.
May the mouse never leave your pantry
With a tear-drop in his eye.
May you always keep healthy and hearty
Until you’re old enough to die.
May you always be just as happy
As we wish you now to be.”


toastI attended the wedding of my lovely goddaughter last month, and there were a number of toasts proposed at the reception.

A week earlier, I’d attended an awards banquet. There, too, toasts were in abundance.

Each New Year’s Eve, we drink coffee until 11:45 p.m., at which point we pop the cork on a bottle of bubbly, pour it into our glasses, and wait until midnight to toast the new year. (After two glasses of sparkling wine, the effect of all that coffee has been negated, and we are able to fall asleep fairly quickly. I am guessing age, more than science, has something to do with that phenomenon.)

Many theories have been offered about the origin of the toasting ritual. But theories are all we have, because nobody can say with certainty when what we think of as a toast — raising a glass of wine and speaking a…

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