I have a weakness for carbs. If you don’t have the same affliction (I am envious), imagine enjoying a tasting menu at one of the best restaurants in the world. Part way through dinner the server gently places two hot, flaky, buttery buns a little off-center on your table along with sweet local butter infused with duck fat. For a moment, I reasoned that the buns were buttery enough, and I don’t really need to add a pat of butter. But who am I to turn my nose at sweet local butter with duck fat. Try all you will, but it’s difficult to turn down hot buttery buns, let alone anything the pastry chef creates at Eleven Madison Park.
I recently took a stop in Minnesota to visit family. One night we strolled into Ward 6 for supper. It just so happened to be the same plan as many St. Paulers.
I don’t have much of a nose and much less of a bridge on which to rest a pair of glasses. I remember many times my ears would hurt lifting up the weight of the thick lenses. It was a tremendous relief for my nose, eyes, ears and daily routine when I fully recovered from LASIK eye surgery. At some point, I will probably need reading glasses, but in the meantime I will enjoy a life without glasses. Wearing fashionable glasses has crossed my mind, but the thought always quickly disappears.