Oh, nothing fancy tonight. My wife made a "pizza" on one of those premade crust thingies, with some olive oil, spinach, garlic and sun dried tomatoes. I cooked up an artichoke from my garden and ate that with a 50:50 mix of mayo and balsamic, and for dessert my wife made a plum cobbler type thing with plums from the church ladies trees.
I'm a happy man.
But some of that boudin sure would have tasted good on that pizza! Geno
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
