I know: Happened to you, happened to me.

So I’m not saying I was at the blue rectangle advising the loose cannon on why and when to ignite a war on Persia, but I’m not saying I wasn’t.

K?  K.

Meanwhile, it was Carb Heaven in the Hinterlands.  Bread and bread and bread, pasta.

Pasta was Neapolitan rigatoni boiled to death in salted water and finished forever in an eggplant-tomato-onion ragu.  Nice, huh?

No wonder the pirates came close and close and closer.

More important than any of this is the fact that my book on chefs passed the final edit today.  Woo hoo, right?