Not Our Finest Moments

I've been feeling a little badly about something. I re-read my post about last weekend's Grilled Lamb Feast and had the thought: I don't know if I would like me if I didn't know me. Who calls their own number on a dinner party? If Phoebe read it, she might have called me "braggy." The truth is, I was thrilled about that meal because for a few weeks ther…