Saturday night surrender

Not everyone need appreciate the intricacies of cutting boards and baking pans, but coming off of a far too long shift at the kitchen store, it took a strong drink at Williams, across the street, to get the image of brightly colored ceramic Le Creuset stockpots out of my mind. An entry of depth, perhaps a bit of content, might be in order, especially in this especially lucid state of mind, but I'm afraid I'm a bit more interested in not really having to think at all. That is all.