"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Can he bake a peach cobbler?
Uh-huh. Next question. A shot of peach flavored aperitif with the hounddog name of Rinquinquin made this particularly a la peche.