The ineffable air of impending autumn
Come on, Autumn. Get over here.
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Eat your feelings.
Fork, or shovel?
Caesar, the Pope, Mussolini, and Feast
And Osso Buco. Hand in hand.
Prior planning prevents poor performance.
And yet, I can’t be made to change.
A reason to come to Feast, and a reason not to.
Or, you could do both. Come visit. And also don’t.
Another tightrope
Or highwire. It’s up to you.
A (relatively) clean slate.
Clean enough, anyhow.
Holdovers held over
Give the people what they want.
Iberian bookends.
If you start in Spain, you should end in Portugal, unless you don’t mind drowning.
Going once. Only this once, I hope.
Twice at most.