How To Disappear Completely

Duck and Pinot Noir

Last night we ate out, in a little restaurant called The Old Stone Church. The building's original function had been the care of the soul, but recent economic conditions have transformed that telos into a care of the body. We were seated in the choir loft, but under explicit instructions NOT to grace the rest of the patrons with any attempts at psalmody or antiphony. And I was so looking forward to testing those acoustics.

My grandfather ordered a bottle of Pinot Noir. I enjoyed half of a half duck (those birds are bigger than they look), and took the rest home for further enjoyment. I briefly considered elk ribs or venison tenderloin, being in an exotic mood, but finally decided that duck was daring enough for one evening.