Your, You’re, Son Of A Bitch…

From way back in 2021. Forever ago.
We still lived in downtown Portland.
I do not long for those days.

I did however love that stove. Tiny and efficient.

I prefer my cannoli plain, but I would certainly never turn one down.

Blueberry cheesecake for me, Coffee for him. Predictable.

I remember this…
It was full blown pandemic. We used to get in the car and just drive for hours.
We found a country cafe that had opened a few tables outside.
Last minute jam session with the locals. Simple and memorable.

Food cooked by someone else, that isn’t takeout, is one of my favorite things.
I like going out to eat, I rarely want takeout – food gets weird in containers.

Slab, home of the very best meatball sub in history.
But, they are now closed.

Happy Sunday Funday, Loves…

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