Last of the Spare Ribs
two pints of Newcastle on tap
I hate a day when I finish, not having eaten anything of interest, or even just not having eaten anything. I have no problem fasting, but I like to plan that out. We shall see if I don't just make up for that lack of dinner on the weekend. I smell foie gras in my future. On another note, I just located a outlet for local grass-fed beef. This warrants much investigation. And I intend to give it the attention it deserves.