Pining for Spring, Part II

The blossoms are out, the pollen has dusted my car and the driveway and every other level surface with a thin golden layer . . . it's almost time for this:



I just finished up an assignment for the City Paper that involved eating barbecue for at least one meal on six (SIX!) consecutive days. I never thought I'd say it, but a crispy green salad is starting to sound really, really good . . . unless I contrive an excuse for some more, um, "fact checking" around noon tomorrow and make it a solid week of hickory-smoked pork.

My cardiologist loves me.