Roast chicken, baked potato (first in many months thanks to low carbs), and fruit salad. The movie? I’d watch Maggie Smith and Judi Dench read the back of cereal boxes, and find it wonderfully entertaining. Toss in a young man who washes up half dead on their beach, and that’s a nifty evening.

Definitely a Movie That Made Me Cry.

I hear one of my sons went to Brentwood last weekend, and picked 30 lb of Rainer cherries. His head must be somewhat bulbous and reddish yellow by now if he is eating them for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

By following, I mean got up from his seat to stand next to me as I looked in the stacks, edging ever closer till I turned on my heel and moved off. After giving him time (about 15 minutes) to find what he was looking for and making sure he was no longer there, I went back to the same spot, and here he comes, rising from his seat to try again. Then he lurked near the front as I checked out my stuff.

Hey you. Jeez. You seriously creeped me out.

Once in a great while, I mix a few pounds of ground pork with a lot of spices, make large patties, and serve it up as sausage. The house fills with a maddeningly wonderful smell, and family members begin to gather without being called.

Sometimes, I buy up five pounds of ground beef, and make up large burgers meant for the freezer.

Today, I warmed up what I thought was a burger, and went to more effort than usual to toast a bun, melt a slice of Jarlsburg light swiss, cut up a tomato, slice a red onion, and get out a jar of the bread-and-butter pickles I made two years ago that are still fine.

Before long, I realized that what I had was a sausage burger. No matter, it was very tasty.

By the weekend, I should know lots more about adding more umami to my food.

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