First, foremost, and most importantly, Beatrice et moi are going to dinner at Fraises et Tartines Friday night. No, it's not a posh-chic downtown restaurant -- though I'll be first through the door if my friend Julie ever decides to open a restaurant. She did steak au poivre for her & hubby last night, in observance of Bastille Day (better than flag waving, any day). And last week, we got an invite for her bruschetta burgers, but had already made plans. She's been emailing me about Paleo, as she wants to do a Paleo compliant meal for me -- in spite of my protestations that she prepare what she likes -- and blog about the experience. I'll certainly highlight it here, because I know it's going to be good. Next, I just found that my local Whole Foods has a new free range egg section. They've got local, free range chicken, quail, duck, goose, and ostrich eggs. Amazing. I got away with a dozen chicken eggs, and they even had a photo of the chickens pecking around in a field, no doubt boosting nutritional content from eating all the bugs and various things they eat on the ground (dirt too,...