We had dinner last night with some of our friends here in Boulder, at a lovely restaurant called Sunflower. It’s an organic food restaurant which is helping me to dispel my 1970’s notions of organic food as brown, strangely seasoned, and gritty. My tuna Niçoise was excellent, with a lovely tarragon dressing. If you’ve noticed how seldom I write about food, you know this had to be exceptional.
Now I get to head off to the more exciting adventure of getting a car battery restarted on Super Bowl Sunday.
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