In brief, because I should get back to work already:
The way thet when I go sit in my room, the Joshlet comes and sits next to me.
Feasting on Waves, wherein Alton Brown shares his Caribbean sailing vacation with the rest of us, and which has already made me flail with nostalgic joy.
Fresh mozzarella. Even machine-made in a tub it's so good; I've only had the handmade stuff a few times, which is probably a good thing, as if I ate it every day that much happiness and cheese might kill me.
Riding in to work with Tigerlily. *wave*