Hi friends. Life’s been so busy and a little insane. There are lots of new things, and David Bowie’s “Ch-ch-changes!” keeps ringing through my brain. During these times, like any functioning and mature adult, I find myself with friends — often at places where there is food and, once in a while — if we’re being honest, something cold clinking and clanking in a glass. Just sayin’. You get it.
Here’s a little sum’n from the the land of linen-topped tables (and wine barrel tabletops, too):This wasn’t for pleasure (though it so was), it was for work. I’m writing about an awesome new restaurant in town that is pretty organic, mostly gluten free and gets its produce from a 20-year-old local farmer. You see that tritip? It was butchered, smoked, sliced and devoured in the premises. Caught red handed! Or is it plate-handed?Petit deliciousness. So one day we went out for lunch to celebrate a big new thing, and there was lots of hand and arm motion on their part. The farmers market season end involved: friends, live music behind a tasting room and two pitchers of sangria. That sausage. It’s the best.Feel better.
There’s more to share here, and I will be back very soon. Happy short week!