bookmark_borderI’ll have the cheeks

Tonight I had some delicious beef cheeks for dinner.

They are what they sound like — beef cheeks are rich morsels of finely grained meat. Cheeks are always braised as the meat on the face (yeah, I know) is quite tough.

But once prepared properly, the delicious meat melts in your mouth like butter.

Delicious meaty butter.

Everyone else at dinner ordered the chicken.

bookmark_borderIf I could read your elbow

I am not anti-tattoo. But sometimes I wonder about what was going through someone’s head just before the needle touched the skin.

For example, at my coffee shop there is a barista with a few small stars tattooed on her inner arm. On the other arm she has a word just above her inner elbow. I’ve tried to make out what is says but I have not been successful to date. It’s hard to read someone’s elbow casually.

Now this young woman looks, in all other respects, like an English Lit graduate student. (Hell, she may well be!)

There’s a story there. If I could just read her elbow — maybe that would be a clue.