A good potato soup is worth its weight in gold. The right seasonings (and a little heavy cream), and it is truly wonderful.

On the other hand, positively the worst one I ever had was at Panico's in New Brunswick. What purported to be a puree of leeks and potatoes was, somehow, rendered absolutely tasteless by the chef. I still do not know how you can remove all the flavor from leeks and potatoes - but, somehow, they were able to do it.

Anyway - tonight's dinner. Haven't decided yet, but it will probably be something with a chicken breast or shrimp. At least, that's what was staring me in the face when I looked in the freezer a few moments ago. Noticed some frozen homemade basil pesto, too.

Methinks there are the fixin's for a decent meal here.

Signor V.

"For me, there's only my wife..."

"Sure I cook with wine - sometimes I even add it to the food!"

"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?"

"It was a grass harp... And we listened."

"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?"

"No. Saints and poets, maybe... they do some."