Ten.Eight Hundred & Twenty-Nine
I make a bigger pot of coffee, set out yesterday’s leftover bacon, and empty the dishwasher. Still dark and quiet.
I get milk and cereal and breakfast sausage, popcorn kernels just in case.
I feel like I’m always leaving.
I don’t have much to say. I know that this is perfectly timed because I am tired. Soul-weary maybe. Just in need of more nourishment.
Not our style of Pinot Grigio but it still pairs with the pear and Gorgonzola flatbread. I need to find myself a recipe for this creamy feta dressing.
Ocean medicine. I need to be closer to the water.
I write down answers to the questions. I have more to say than I had expected. That’s a good thing, I think.
The worst tasting room.
A bottle of sparkling Vermintino, a half-bottle of Grenache Blanc, and a handful of recommendations.
Tomato soup with gruyere crouton. Rabbit wrapped in pork wrapped in prosciutto with mushrooms and carrots and spinach. 2017 Domaine de Marquiliani Il de Beaute Rouge. Cheese for dessert. The just-right amount of fullness.