Sorry, Charlie.
We made quick work of a poor old Dungeness crab on Saturday, with lots of melted butter and corn on the cob. We could tell he was old from the barnacle on his claw. And he was big. And delicious.
Last night, bacon wrapped sirloin steak on the grill. This morning, a bit of leftover steak with eggs and potatoes.
Life is so good, in more ways than one.
It rained all afternoon on Saturday-- a lovely, gentle, soaking rain. It rained not only in western Washington, but across the entire parched state. I talked to Amanda; they were ecstatic in the Methow Valley getting this bonus moisture right before the fire season starts.
Now the clouds are gone, and Memorial Day will be lovely in the high 70's. The roses and peonies get their day in the sun next week and should be spectacular this year. God bless compost, regardless of origin ;-)
I'm leaving for Las Vegas early tomorrow morning and looking forward to spending a few days with Dad. And there's an In n' Out Burger down there with my name on it.
I'll check in later next week from the desert.
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