Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

These gorillas wake up entirely too early -- cutting into my pre-dawn coffee-drinking and newspaper-reading time. I went to BJ's Wholesale last night and picked up, among many other things, a bag of ciabatta rolls. On the way back I stopped at Heinen's, the local version of a Food Emporium (or what that used to be), and got a dish of prepared broccolini. I got home, heated a roll, nuked the greens, annointed it all with olive oil, and had myself a killer sammich. Washed it down with some Merlot -- Little Penguin, cheap but pretty good. Hear that Leni? We're going to do wine-tasting when you get here -- you're not leaving until you can tell the difference between a chianti and a pinot noir with cheese-blocks taped over your eyeballs. (I'm not sure I can do that myself; maybe I need to do a dry run tonight!)