WELL LUBRICATED

Too busy today to eat lunch, so I fondly relished the memory of lunch yesterday. Meanwhile, my legs hurt (they often do) and I put up with madness and chaos. I am a very tolerant man, practically a saint. As are all of us who put up with holiday season psychopaths during their "feeling" frenzy at this time of year. Visions of sugar plums. And stupid reindeer. Strange confections washed down with festive liquour. Gifts of American industrial cheese.

And, speaking of cheese, pretty much the only things I need to buy before celebrating the fictional birth of the mercantile deity are wine and cheese.


We have many fine cheeses here in California, both domestic and imported. None of them are suitable for shaping into a goo-ball and rolling in crushed nuts. That's more of a centre of the country thing. You know, Idaho, Kentucky, and Ohio. Places like that. States on par with Iowa. The cultural Detroits of America. Where wine and cheese parties mean Kraft on a triscuit, washed down with crackling rosé.

There is coincidentally, a lovely cheese shop three blocks away from my dwelling. A splendid selection. Curated by passionate professionals who can both spell and pronounce terms.
No need to mention their name, you probably have your own favourite curd emporium around the corner from where you live also, if you live in San Francisco.

If you don't live here, knowing the name won't do you any good.
Don't be sad. It's no use. Consider moving.

Lunch yesterday was a slice of pizza. With hot sauze splurted on top. It hit the spot. Not divine or exquisite, but good. Reminded me of my misspent youth when I was in college.
The right balance of salt, grease, and cheapness.

Effortless floating elegance, in a way.

Sometimes, just so-so pizza is a benison for the soul.



Today's food, in order: Mediocre breakfast pastry. A mealy cookie. A slice of cake with preservatives, artificial flavours, and something to give it a shelf life till mid-February.
And, once I got home, a beautiful French-style pear pastry.
Nine cups of caffeinated beverage since dawn.



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