I'm packing some calories in as we head into the last few hours before our "Did he, or didn't he?" dinner. Where we'll open up our long standing debate, over whether or not Werner Herzog really did eat his shoe, to friends. A. contends no way. I'm a Werner-ite, and I glory in it.
It may be a thinly veiled excuse to grab some screen time on day one of the NBA Playoffs - the Spurs are up by 34 over the Kings.
It's been a heckuva day. We made it to Berkeley Bowl, the Grand Lake Farmers' Market, and Arizmendi by 11:22 this morning. Our East Bay culinary hat-trick included nearly an hour of looking for parking spots.
I will now go brown chicken livers, sweep, and wipe.
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