Aug 032020

In my humble opinion, of all life’s guilty pleasures, nothing beats sleeping late on a Sunday morning in the company of someone who loves you. Of course, the fact of the matter is that, thanks to some punk virus that came out of a Chinese bat’s keister, Cerise and I have not had a truly late Saturday night together in some time. And sleeping until ten o’clock can be a real challenge if you actually go to bed before one-thirty. Nevertheless, we did manage to snooze until a quarter past nine and enjoyed a breakfast of Moliterno al tartufo, hand-foraged deep forest Appalachian morels and acorn-fed jamón ibérico free-range duck egg omelet with organic blueberry crepes garnished with goat milk […]