I have had a few lousy days, with hot and grubby work involving dust, sweat, lots of lifting and hauling, spiders and a few dead things I would rather not remember, missing one deadline and barely making another. This afternoon I am taking a break with some…
But as you may suspect, this isn’t just any iced-coffee.
The discerning eye can tell just by looking at it what coffee it is.
And those of you who are even more discerning will be able to tell, just by looking at it, that I have added a touch of sambuca.
For some therapy tonight I will make something involving a chicken breast, lots of tarragon and some sort of vegetable. Then I will eat it … slowly… and read a book.