Good Morning Gentle Readers,
As the Summer of Love faded into the warm clear days that mark Southern California in October, the stork assigned to the Fullerton run showed up at St Jude Hospital a little early. In his bundle of swaddled cotton were a couple of teeny preemie twin girls. Nobody had thought up ultrasound yet and consequently Mrs TWC wasn't expected and gave them all a bit of a startle.
She's my pride and joy.....
The plan was to get out of town yesterday evening. Enjoy a little soak in the hot tub, and then segue into a sumptious repast at Morgan's in the Desert, followed by a leisurely morning breakfast in the garden with Eggs Benedict at Twenty6.
On the up side, I was a Boy Scout and I was an awesome patrol food guy. While the other kids were eating cold ceral with chunky milk, our patrol tortured them with the aroma of bacon frying in the morning. Other than that, though, I was the worst Boy Scout ever. I was in it for the camping trips, but somehow, the Be Prepared stuff stuck. Which is why I was compelled to pick me up a couple of lovely New York Strip Steaks to stash. Just in case. They'll do nicely with the bottle of 2004 Silverado Cabernet I just opened.