Fried

Picked up about 50lbs of tomatoes yesterday, and with able help from and , rendered them down into 6 quarts of sauce, 5 pints of salsa, and a couple of trays of sun oven dried tomatoes. In between, we made it one of those nights where there are more empty wine bottles than people at the party. Drinking and playing with big pots of boiling water and really sharp knives? Great idea, kids. Great idea.

If I haven’t answered email from you in a while, I apologize. I’ve been on business trips for the past two weeks with a confused and exhausted weekend in the middle. Tuesday, I depart on another of these. Business is good but *sheesh*. After this one I’m putting my foot down. Three straight weeks on the road is just no good for my brain.

I’ve declared tomorrow a “meditation retreat.” I want at least one day of summer, this summer. Given that it’s something like the end of August, I think, time is short to accomplish this goal. Therefore, I’m going to Block Island. I’m taking my bike. I plan to walk on the beach and look at the waves. Perhaps there will be migratory birds there. If so, perhaps I will photograph them.

And now, I think I’ll go get a slice of cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory.