Roberta and I were out one evening with friends, got into having drinks and laughs, and decided that nothing could be better than giving ourselves drinking names. Mine was ‘Saximus Maximus’ (call me Saximus for short).
Somebody suggested Roberta’s name should be Angelique Biscotti. We all laughed it up - we thought that was a fine idea. And in one of those rare and sudden but defining moments, Roberta turned to me, gave me that ‘look’ and said, “That’s Angel Biscuit to you.”
That was even better and funnier and somehow much more intimate. Now, over time, the memory of that particular moment has seasoned into an image-inducing iconic metaphor for those times when friends are good, times are fun, and the creative force of spirit and love flow.
The ‘Angel Biscuit’ moment. Ah, my little Angel Biscuit... Those lips on the cover, by the way, are of course Roberta's.
Enjoy!
