I apologize. I apologize for all this text and not a speck of visual stimulation. My SD card is currently filled with weddings celebrated, holidays enjoyed, lawn fetes attended. My camera’s belly is bursting with memories, just waiting to be developed and to sit in a mountain of other uncategorized memories. I pledge to myself to purchases at least three beautiful albums this week and give these moments in time their proper places.

And despite the fact that I have not been writing about food, I promise you that it has been on my mind. After the infamous Attack of the  Hot Mushy Oven Bricks (see past post) I have been at odds with the oven. This burn is a bitter shade of baby pink, a gosh darn tattoo, reminding me: 1. of that terrible recipe debacle and 2: that I haven’t really baked since that day. Never again healthy banana bread. Never again. You are now my nemesis. Rant complete. Now, the temperatures have rocketed to the low 90s and the thought of turning on the oven has just been, well, wrong. But I have plans in the works for the day we cool a bit. Plus, my other-half has been sent away for work and phoned to say that he is living off Wal-Mart frozen dinners and chips. That, my friends, is also wrong. So, I’ve been brainstorming meals that travel well, can be eaten cold, and will last the duration of the week. I’ve got a plan. But I’ll wait to tell you how it goes. This could turn into an adventure. Sunday is prep day, if all goes as planned, and involves a lot of chopping, grilling, baking, and Tupperware (are day labels too much?).

In other news, there had been a HUGE wasp above my desk this morning. At first the buzzzz, tap, tap, tap against the window led me to believe there was a simply huge fly be-boppin around up there. But alas, it was a wasp the size of my pinky. As I led a properly armed man over to asassinate the infiltrator, said wasp crawled through a hole in the ceiling above my desk. Perfect. Just perfect. I’m just sitting here, staring for long intervals at that hole waiting for a whole family of wasps to emerge and swarm. Ugh. I see images of Winnie-the-Pooh running for his chubby little life from the bees. (I’m staring again.)

Weekend plans: Bar League Softball, Lawn Fete (Part 1), Blue Jays & Red Sox game in Toronto (yea!), Lawn Fete (Part 2), Chop, mix, bake, assemble, package, label one whole week’s worth of foodies, spend all free time in the sun…