Ladybug and I have returned from Dillard’s BBQ, which I am now ready to label the best barbq in Durham. We’ve lived about a mile and a quarter from Dillard’s for six years and only just figured out where it is. Is that ridiculous? Yes. I’m going to tell myself that during that time, they must have suffered some odd decline in quality and the fates just kept us away from there so that when they recovered, the winds would usher us that way. The carrot souffle was the best dessert I have ever tasted. There’s no hyperbole here; I am known for not liking desserts. But this one is amazing.

Of course, now I am at home, bulbous in front of the keyboard, aching with food, though not at all regretful. It’s just that a meal like that keeps you from doing much else for the rest of the night, and I’d hoped to accomplish something more than “not much else.”

I have found someone who is willing to swap an extra copy of Ivy Alvarez’s tinyside for some Bull City Press swag.

Come to me, my precious.