Our final meal with my BFF was a lavish brunch at a nearby Russian place. We sent her off & took care of some shopping essentials (that woman can EAT 
), which involved a scooter trip to the Italian market. Picked up a lovely chunka Taleggio, a wonderfully creamy Cuor di Capra & some San Daniele at the counter, grilled and marinated zukes & eggplant, and went on our merry way. Got home to discover: no cheese. Scooted back with the unopened meat-a package-a and the receipt, where the woman working the counter met us as soon as we walked in, apologizing profusely for never having given us the cheese. She offered us a couple of coffees on the house, which we gladly accepted – we were going to have coffee when we got home the first time anyway 
. We chose a wonderfully light, not too sweet ricotta tart with sour cherry & pistachio from their dessert case bc pistachio. She knocked a Euro off the cake as well. We’re gonna miss that store…
Dinner was Abendbrot with the last nub of the sourdough loaf, some of the aforementioned formaggi plus what was left of our stash,
prosciutto,
smoked salmon & horseradish
& the grilled & marinated veg.
Too lazy to make a salad again today — despite having bought more mâche, maters & cukes 
