Draggin today. We had some nice folks over for bbq'd rack of lamb last night. They arrived late, we ate later, they left really late. But it was worth it. It was fun. We were silly by the end of the evening, telling stupid, corny, dated and bad-taste jokes, none of which are really funny enough to recount but at 11 pm after 3 bottles of wine and with very full bellies, most things are funny.

The meal was delicious, and so was the apple crisp she brought, which weighed a ton.
Dessert dishes are like stereo components; the heavier the better. You can be happy with the light, cheap, bare-bones, gonna-break-in-a-year turntable (oh yeah gotta have vinyl), but you know you will be so much more satisfied with the teak-wood, brass-knob, weighs-a-frickin-ton, smoothe-as-butter turntable.
Same thing with dessert. Especially the butter part.

I would love to go sit in a hot tub right now. And then take a nap.


Here's a revolving door with quite a personality and his own email address.