Saturday, November 17
Sav-On-A-Roll-A
It occurs to me that they could serve for breakfast something called the Infelix Eggo Waffle.
(Actually, seriously, folks, whatever my very mixed feelings about old Girolamo, Infelix Ego is a very beautiful and moving meditation on Psalm 51, especially given the circumstances of its composition. But come on now, how could you expect me to resist the pun?)