An early summer evening on the Central Coast. The sun has been eclipsed by a thick, misty marine layer. We close the windows against the chill. Before succumbing to the gloom v decides this is a great time to bake some bread! O happy baker man!
Now we're cozy. The ballgame is on the radio. We're sipping our neighbor's new recipe for limoncello. We'll have a quick supper of bacon and eggs then play a little chess at the kitchen table. We're in happy anticipation of a visit from a friend from Berlin. She's arriving tomorrow at San Francisco International. We're planning to set out early in order to stop at the beach for a little breakfast picnic which will, of course, include some of v's fresh bread which has rescued what could have been a very gloomy evening.
In bocca al lupo. m & v