Saturday evening, post stitch-n-bitch. Stuffed with crackers and cake. I have discovered that focaccia bread dough rolled out thin, slathered in olive oil, and sprinkled with herbs, cayenne, and sea salt, then baked, makes crackers that it's actually impossible to stop eating. Until your belly hangs over your belt and you feel like a whale. Lovely.
I'm watching the husband transform the KitchenAid into a venison sausage manufacturing center. It's pretty amazing...far more so than making jelly, which is my specialty at the other end of the food-preserving spectrum.
We received our first week's order from the Edible Garden food co-op. Last night we had fresh brocollia raab sauteed with garlic and olive oil. Apples are here awaiting a pie-fate.