Last night, I did a little experimentation. Which sounds more naughty than it actually was. Though it did involve tequila. (Hi Mom!)
I intentionally started a fire in my kitchen! Which is new. I usually start unintentional fires to (surprisingly) combustible objects like dish towels and pot holders and such.
That might be a little exaggerated. Maybe. Anyway, I survived un-singed, eyebrows intact and everything. And now, I have a new past-time for my latent pyromaniac tendencies.* (Hi Mom!)
Also, enjoyed a nice Riesling with the spicy shrimps. Review this weekend.
*I might have once set fire to part of my grandmother’s living room when I was
playing with some matches helping her fold laundry.