we sat out on the garden terrace in the early spring not-quite-warm-enough-to-do-this-but-what-the-heck-the-sun-is-shining. It would have been enough in such comfort to just have had the bread & butter with onion marmelade, if you see how I mean . . .
but there was more . . . much much more!
mrs liked her 4 cheese pasta, but -- she said to me with a knowing look -- pasta is just pasta . . .
I had a change for myself, morrocan couscous with lamb, instead of just lamb . . . 8^D . . . it was kinda awesome. They gave me an extra saucer of juicy bits to ladle onto it, so I did. Kind of a thing that makes you beliee in world peace.