Well, ex-c-use me.

I eat good food.

Daughter C.– who’s officially moved to Starkvegas– has come back to the Farm for a few days to tend to the Farm and the Dogs in our absence.

Just look at those windows! Filthy, filthy, filthy. Excuse me.

Mr. Big Food grilled a couple of ribeyes on the occasion of Daughter C’s return to the Farm.

BIG FOOD.

We watched some crappy old second season SNL and– in SNL context– talked about ancient history.