That first cup of iced black Columbian coffee, accompanied by rye bread from Hi-Rise toasted to perfection and lathered with Amish butter sliced from a hunk, is just the right way to start the weekend.  Well, that and last night’s visit from the estimable Nancy for a dinner of tiny pasta and Puy lentils beneath turkey and onion miso-infused meatloaf.  Could it get any better?  Could it?

Of course it could.

Lunch today with three editors from Niigata, a visit on  Saturday to Dinosaur BBQ, and on Monday my article on the history and culture of rice in certain Asian societies appears online.