I have had so much coffee now that you can’t believe how fast I’m typing. I could enter a contest. I had one this morning at a bar close to the grocery store, and it was like drinking milk with a little crayon melted into it–shame on them–so I had to have another at my regular bar, which is coffee from the gods. I swear it improves my Italian. Last night I ate at my girlfriend’s and we had a pecorino staggionato, which means it has been aged at least a year, with the first fave of the season. You just pile them up in the middle of the table with a little bowl of salt and a bottle of extra virgin olive oil. Dip and dip, oh, for the love of Spring.