That is how we say goodbye in Austria

At the office, a stale Dunkin Donuts jelly doughnut, and water. For lunch, a few bites each of Najavo sandwich, Tex Mex eggroll, and Sweet Tamale Corn Cakes, left over from the previous evening's warholian Cheesecake experience. Three-quarters of a nectarine. A bottle of water during the afternoon. Naglene, that is. Went home with J.D. after a failed attempt to see Titian at the Emeffay. Decided to cook dinner, so on a lark went to the grocery store. With the booty we collected and the staples in the fridge, we made a kind of soft taco: Defrosted ground beef, cooked with mushrooms and browned onions in an enchilada sauce. Flour tortillas. Nora-made creamy guacamole. A little salad left from Saturday, refreshed with tomato. Raw diced yellow pepper. A condiment sauce of Heinz canned tomato sauce, enriched with pureed sweet hot Costa Rican peppers and some of the gravy from the beef. Fried plantains pressed in the tostonera and spiced with cumin and adobo (very good with guac). White rice. Shredded cheddar. And a cooked relish of braised red cabbage and parsnip, with fresh-picked oregano and yarrow and thyme, and honey and brown sugar and vinegar and a little oil and divers espices. I had three such tacos, and a good helping of salad. While cooking, I consumed half the fragrant contents of a bag of fried pork rinds -- for experimental purposes only. Science be damned, we won't be replicating the experiment. I drank diet Coke with lime-slice throughout the evening, save for my foolish decision to open a bottle of Strongbow -- weak stuff, despite the name, and vile. Also a Pepperridge Farm cookie, the name of which I forget but which sounded like an English manor. Dessert was a slice of frosted chocolate layer cake. It was a very pleasant meal, consumed while watching Dr. Jones struggle against Nazis and his own mistaken belief in his father's disregard.