All of the things.
Who doesn’t love a boatload of things?
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I was the goat milk hog.
Better a goat milk hog than a hog milk hog. Or sow milk. I guess that would be sow milk.
Sweet Leonard
There’s at least a good chance that Leonard is sweet. Let’s go with that.
The storm before the calm
Oh, that storm. Cover your citrus.
Hardly anything, really.
Dear Feastlings, With only twelve minutes left until the time I promised to get this email out, you’ll be please to know that I don’t have time for yet another diatribe today. We’ve got the February menu to prep, and today’s wine tasting to get set up, Yodelayheehoo so there’ll be no blather or bobbery, […]
Wait, is it you who needs this? Or me? Or them?
Tell ’em what’s what, Elmo.
Deep breath. Long sip.
These wine tastings ought to do the trick.
Okay, well, that was stupid.
Nothing that six or ten glasses won’t solve.
Dry spell
A moment’s silence for the Vermouth.
What it’s like
Dear Feastlings, Every day this week, I’ve started my day with a barrage of texts, detailing who’s sick and who’s not, who’s wiped out from their vaccination and who’s not, who’s too scared to be willing to come to work and who’s not. It consumes varying amounts of time- today was about an hour- and […]