A happy accident

We were just sitting at the bar at Cafe Castagna, sipping some Prosecco and talking about the wonderful spring weather and world affairs and the virtues of Freddie Meyer cupcakes and other whatnot, when Chef Eli came barrelling out of the kitchen, crying misfire and gently placing a bowl of nettle and sheeps milk cheese canneloni before us. We applauded this foul, for one man's misfire is his sisters' fantastic fortune.
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