The second part of the mushroom festival concludes tonight with matsutake and chanterelle and halibut strips.  Somewhat more importantly, I’ve been trying to talk Mitt down and, believe me, that’s not been easy.  Does he concede Tuesday night or Wednesday morning?  Or does he contest the election and take it to the Court to be declared the winner?

Equally pressing: Selling articles on Japan to Travel + Leisure Southeast Asia, the book on India, and finding time to eat M’s remarkable almond-cherry brownies.

To say nothing of the flight tomorrow to Geneva to spend a few days commencing work on movie about wine I’m hosting.

All inspired by my man Biggie:

Biggie Biggie Biggie can’t you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that’s why they broke, and you’re so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can’t you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that’s why they broke, and you’re so paid (hah)