The head of the pig served last night winked at me from the fridge during brunch this morning.
And people say haggis is unnerving! At least it doesn’t stare at you. (I will note that the mothers of the bride and groom each asked me if they could put an apple in its mouth before I took the photograph, perhaps the beheaded porcine equivalent of a pocket square for a nice suit. I demurred.)
The newlyweds are officially on their honeymoon, and FunkyPlaid and I have returned to Marin for the remaining ten days of our Bay Area vacation. So, quickly: what shouldn’t I miss before I head back to Scotland?