View From Your Table
Once again, eating standing up in the kitchen. That’s my lunch — a muffuletta from Central Grocery, on Decatur St. in New Orleans. Some visiting friends, frequent VFYT contributors who are contributing to the case for their sainthood, brought this to me from the holy city. My fingers smell like olive salad. Oh happy day. […]
Once again, eating standing up in the kitchen. That’s my lunch — a muffuletta from Central Grocery, on Decatur St. in New Orleans. Some visiting friends, frequent VFYT contributors who are contributing to the case for their sainthood, brought this to me from the holy city. My fingers smell like olive salad. Oh happy day.
Know what else they brought me? The best t-shirt ever.
