Saturday: dinner at Capocaccia with friends from university. Then Primitivo, softball-sized burrata, brown butter agnalotti, Amarone. Then back to the lair. Then Merlot, Zinfandel. Then something…um, French? Then impromptu cleaning. Then a note that said Sale al Truffulo. Then Lagavulin and (je pense) Dalwhinnie. Then a cab.

Sunday: ouch. Then McDonald’s. Then season 2 of Breaking Bad.

Not elegant. But effective.

4 thoughts on “Huntsman

  1. Whew. The ‘Then’ in the second sentence threw me off. You forgot the Truro wine, it was the hub that pulled it all together…

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