Daniel Felsenfeld asks, indirectly, who I am and thanks me for the mention of his blog, which is greatly appreciated, as I type this from his city and not my own. Thanks also for the addition to your blogroll, Mr. Felsenfeld.
Who am I, though? It's mostly spelled out on the About page, but I guess I could also say I'm a hair short of 6', check in at 159 lbs., and have zero culinary instincts. If I can't fix it in 15 minutes, it will probably go unmade. Which is one of the many things that makes my ongoing relationship with this fabulous woman that much better, because in addition to being the most specialest person I know, she's a killer cook. This may be, but probably won't be, the last sentimental post I write.
