I’m waiting for some wings to-go, from my local bar. The guy sitting at the bar next to me seems completely normal. That is, except for the nasty words he’s mumbling under his breath. “Fuck this… Mother fuckers… Shit that… … Hmm.. **belch**”
Turns out, he’s playing Powerball, a New York State video lottery game.
I’ll be trying this recipe for focaccia bread this week. I’ll report back my findings.