So there was book shopping (and rummaging), and that was good. And then I felt the need for lunch, and I happened to be right near Dino's, a local European store. I asked about a sausage sammich, but the previous customer told me that I HAD to try the lamb. The proprietor carved me off a couple small pieces, and HOLY MUTTON, BATMAN. It was warm and succulent and fell to shreds on my tongue, and there was some kind of a crust to it that was salty and delicious. He gave me the lamb's right shoulder on a ginormous roll. It came to about a pound, and yeah, that included the scapula, but the meat came right off the bone. I put a little mixed greens on it when I came home, and sat out on the porch reading and eating muttony goodness. The rest is in the fridge for dinner right now, and my belly is a very happy place.
And as if all that weren't enough, I was going through my files and found a newspaper clipping I thought I'd lost years ago: the best personal ad I've ever seen. It ran in the Washington, DC City Paper in probably 1998 or 1999, and when I saw it I tore it out and kept it on my office bulletin board thereafter. I have a scanner now, so I scanned the thing immediately. And now I can share it with you!
It's best if you read it aloud.
I don't know if the guy who sent that in found true love, or something vaguely resembling it, but boy do I ever hope he did.
