That drip of mu on his nose made me feel real bad for the pork guy

What a couple of days his weekend. Saturday morning was whippin' windy and chilly. We went up to the farmers' market and the guy from Flying Pigs - not Mike Y but the guy who's name I don't know - was shivering and had this little drip of mu at the end of his nose. We felt so bad for him we got him a cup of hot cider. That probably warmed him and then he probably had to piss, on top of shivering. Dang. But he did have more hot sausage than usual, and the Wilklow people had more flat irons than usual, so, sorry, it worked out real nice for us.

Sunday! Sunday was a beaut! Warm and blue and we had all three meals cooked at home. Leftover wheat berries & farro for breakfast a la Bittman; lunch was scallion pancakes and that Sicilian sheep cheese flavored and colored with saffron that we bought at the Cheese Store of Beverly Hills when Lori had meetings there last month; dinner was that Batali pasta dish with tons of black pepper and arugula and cacio de Roma, and we got to eat it in the back yard as the sun set and the air cooled. Lori remembered that we hadn't had that dish in five years. (Gonna have the leftover pasta tonight as a side with some of the flat irons.)