Due to several unforseen circumstances, I found myself in Lawrence at about 2:30 p.m. having not eaten breakfast or lunch.
I quickly availed myself of the local purveyors of fine foodstuffs and soon had a terrific lunch: about 20 thin slices of Finocchiona (salami with fennel seeds), a chunk of applewood-smoked cheddar, a sparkling French berry lemonade, a crusty loaf of Wheatfield’s sage-walnut-wheat bread, and my first-ever bar of Vosges chocolate (Barcelona: hickory-smoked almonds and fleur-de-sel in dark milk chocolate). Everything except the bread was from Au Marché.
Life is good. Very, very good.