Lisa knows how to indulge. She went to Pike’s Place Market, bought some fancy grade tuna fish, set the table, and rolled us up some delicacies the likes of which rarely grace this mustard-stained table (although remarkably less mustard-stained in Craig’s absence). |
Though it looked to be brewed through pantyhose or a goldfish net, it was hard to resist such tasty street vendor coffee and handmade dough nut balls. | |