Monday, August 02, 2010

Regular posting to resume shortly

In the meantime, I am harvesting the wonderful fruits of my father's gardening habit, subsisting on wine and tomatoes, and have just churned out a batch of beef short ribs that smell so good I think I may have achieved enlightenment.

Berry cake with cream cheese icing to follow.

But after the food coma, I'll be back for real. Promise!


Michael said...

No pictures of all that great sounding food you mentioned? :p

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...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson