Um, Russ, don't you owe me an invite to brunch? I vaguely remember some furniture being delivered and Styrofoam beads all over the place. Hint, hint!!

I ate chocolate covered ants as a kid when I was far more flexible. I don't think I could do that now. I stopped eating foie gras when I learned how they torture ducks shoving a pipe down their throat to force feed til their liver essentially explodes. I have a more difficult time eating these days the more I learn what goes into getting the product. I am certain I could live on red wine and dark chocolate and cashews.