I've been extra busy at work recently, preparing for the launch of "Man with a Pan: Culinary Adventures of Fathers Who Cook For their Families," and Santa Maria has stepped heroically into the breach. She did the weekly food shop yesterday, and when I came home from the office I was treated to a bowl of blackberries. Earlier that day, Pinta, who loves them more than I do, had to be prevailed upon to leave some for me. Thank goodness she did: it was a pure delight to pop them in my mouth. There's nothing like late-stage capitalism, the global supply chain, and a helpful spouse. Sweetness.
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I believe this may be the first time late-stage capitalism, the global supply chain, and a helpful spouse have been put in a sentence together!
Mark! Thanks for the note. Blackberries do crazy things to my synapses. Brain runs on glucose. If I don’t eat, I don’t think. And if one takes Descartes at his word, “I think therefore I am” becomes for me “I eat therefore I think, therefore I am.” Good thing I don’t have a sweet tooth!