What’s wrong with this picture? Absolutely nothing!
Friday night Derek and I went to the home of my friend Kyle and his spouse, who we call the “other Jill”, or for the purposed of this blog, OJ, not be confused in anyway with the infamous idiot with the same initials, but I digress. We met at Kyle and OJ’s place for drinks, and Kyle, who was trained as a chef, put together a fantastic spread of cheeses and gluten free crackers (for me) and cured meats and gluten-ful breads…