Perhaps one of the greatest pleasures is reading Sicilian folktales in the midday while getting drunk on Plank'd, a dense-full-bodied-beer (16.2 percent) produced locally in Boulder. Like the beer, the stories are rowdy, naughty, mythic and full of gullible and wise fools who make donkeys appear to shit gold, drive menial men to do self destructive things, and conspire to make foolish heroes into better men as they chase after fantastic brides. Can there be any better way to spend a Sunday than drunk researching for the new novel?