I forget how he says "life doesn't get any better than this" but there is an Italian phrase for it, and you're going to be grasping for it this Wednesday night, our last Thursday. After racing under a full-moon (Mr Super, can we please have 6?) look forward to salmon, crostini and home made rosé, courtesy of our friend Emilio, from Lake Cuomo by way of Tufts. And I'm bringing some of the ugliest heirloom tomatoes you've ever seen. The bridge closure makes it Wednesday this week.
Alex
