an evening with

Oh, Anthony. You make me a little ashamed of documenting my food bliss... But only a little.

I haven't always been that way -- documenting everything I eat. In fact, it seems mostly to be an affectation of travelling and only lately of the dinners I've been assembling for Mr. Man. It was not always this way. Really.

No, when I'm truly in the moment I don't stop to pull out the camera. No. No, no, no. But that's how you make your living, so I'm happy to hear you realize the hypocrisy of judging those of us that do.

I still love you.

I indulged in brains, tongue, marrow and other sweetbreads for you. And I'd do it again.

No reservations...