Yep, you heard it here first. I’m outing myself as an epicurean, a lover of all things indulgent and voluptuous. What am I doing now? Drinking Sangiovese and nibbling on hummus with (freebie) harissa, dipped into the “try these and tell me what you think” Italian whatnots from work. And does Joffa appreciate these perks of my job? You betcha…Attaining magnificence as a sybarite is hard work, but someone’s got to do it. Not that it’s hot and cold running truffles at my house or anything, but I could be persuaded…Pleasure and luxury? Bring it on!