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.