Sometimes everything is black.
There is nothing good about life, I rage in my head (and occasionally out of my head) as I mechanically go about my sometimes overwhelming list of chores. I felt that way a couple of weeks ago while I was making dinner.
Then I took a bite. Italian sausage with peppers and onions sauteed in a splash of balsamic vinegar (Mat's inspiration) on a lightly toasted split-top roll with ketchup and mustard. Even better than at Fenway.
The spicy-sweet snap reminds me that there are good things about life, especially when those Italian sausages were delivered to my doorstep in a white cooler from Omaha Steaks, one of the dozens of examples of untiring friends who take pains to brighten our days. Suddenly things are not quite so black.
Sometimes there is a little bit of salvation in a sausage.
(And for the record, I feel the same way about those dark chocolate almonds.)