Just thinking about the dinner earlier is making me all antsy in the pantsy. I need something to calm my nerves. Something to re-ground my sensibilities. In short, something to make the pain go away.
Cognac? Perhaps. Hmmmmm....nah.
Sambuca? Better, but still nots whats I'se needs.
I have it.
A good, old-fashioned, no-nonsense picture of some sausages.
That's it, my deliciously corpulent little links of delight; give daddy his medicine.