My Dad is as much of a food junkie as I am. For Christmas, he gave a package of goodies from our local Italian grocer. Included was a jar of Sicilian anchovies, in olive oil, with hot red pepper:

Damn, were these things spicy! But awfully delicious, to. I ate them in a simple manner, atop a bed of baby spinach, dressed only in some of the oil from the jar, alongside a piece of leftover
lasagne and a tall glass of
old lady soda.

Consumed mid-day, wearing the
Kiton brown moleskin pants from
yesterdays post.
What more could a third-hand Italian kid want?