Something big, thick, meaty and lovely to behold
The intercom buzzed late one recent afternoon and I answered the door. Dillon gave me a hug and accepted a frosty-cold mug filled with an amber microbrew. Bright last-day-of-winter sunlight splashed through the floor-to-ceiling windows. “Thanks for coming over,” I said. “You said you wanted to show me something ‘big, thick, meaty and lovely to…