I have been reminded what FIG is meant to stand for, which is Finding Joy in Gratitude. I have come to like and admire Elisabeth enormously, so I am going to overlook her rather egregious erasure of a major word like JOY in the service of a more appealing acronym. I mean, I get it: Fresh Figs has more of a ring than, say, Let's All Fdance a Fjig, or A Cruise of the Norwegian Fjigs. So I will fall in line. February 8 - A nice sunny walk with Lucy, and a picture that captures a blep in the wild - Our annual Valentine's Day Dinner: Guys Cook. Matt's green soup, wedge salad on a skewer and steak frites bites, Dave's shrimp linguine, Mark's cod cake, crab cake and scallop cake with sauces, Tony's quarter duck festive special (that's a Swiss Chalet reference, for the Americans among you), and Michael's I forgot to ask which kind of cake but it was amazing. One of the highlights of the night was Michael insisting on consuming every bit of the monstrous wedge o...
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ARE YOU ALL DRINKING APEROL SPRITZES?