Today is Jackson’s five-month birthday, so we celebrated by sleeping in until 6:30 and then watching Sesame Street with a cappuccino. Actually, I had the cappuccino while Jackson chewed on the remote.
I am happy to report that it IS okay to eat something that’s been in the refrigerator for nine days, but you might not actually enjoy it. I had exactly two bites of some aged osso buco and then threw it out. Which reminds me of the time I had dinner down on Chrystie Street at Sammy’s Roumanian Restaurant with Mark and Bill. This is the place where they put syrup containers full of chicken fat on the table. So I order veal and the waiter says, Oh, I thought you’d be too liberal to order the veal.