Ten.Two Thousand & Forty
Finally Friday.
Will we bring them all back? Already? We’ll plan better next year.
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He asks me how I am doing. He must be able to see it on my face. I tell him that I’m sad it’s her last day, and I’m sad that all of the kids are coming back already. I needed more time.
So many ideas, and not enough time.
The naming of things.
We are on time but also late.
Fries - too salty. Beef carpaccio - too salty. Picpoul - okay.
Grüner, Juhfak, Kadarka, Hárslevelű. Sometimes I feel so disconnected from the world of wine.
He tries to sell me on the eggplant, but I need the cauliflower gratin and duck breast. Meyer-Näkel Spätburgunder.
