. . . sans pantalon.
Well, I wasn't, of course.
It just looks that way because I'm wearing shorts.
Long shorts - but not as long as the apron.
For fathers' day, Lisa sent me a very nice card and a beignet kit from Cafe Du Monde in New Orleans. I visited Cafe Du Monde the first time with my parents when I was 15 years old. In the six or seven times we've been back since then, Mrs. B and I never fail to stop in at least once.
Think of the lightest, sweetest, tastiest doughnut you've ever had. Beignets are better than that.
If you're ever in New Orleans, do not - repeat, do not - leave without going to the Cafe Du Monde.
