Struggling to get out of bed to write this morning’s column. Being an adventurous gastronome some times has its ptifalls. A Vietnamese buddy of mine brought sandwiches over yesterday. As usual I greedily consumed mine trying to identify each and every flavorful nuance, hoping to impress the chef. When he told me I was missing one ingredient I was stumped. Head Cheese. I haven’t had that since I was an apprentice meatcutter back in the early 70s. It certainly did not agree with me.
OK, going to cut today a little short and get back to bed. Check back tomorrow for more enlightenment on running, racing and wretching.