Crandall, You Can Roast The Vegetables They Said. We'll Provide the Rest

It was Kentucky heat yesterday, but I ran anyway. It was a hot run and I think my body will spend the next couple of days seek water to replenish all that I sweat out on my usual run.

Even so, I returned to cut up all the vegetables in the house so that I could do a barbecue of asparagus, peppers, zucchini, potatoes, onions, and brussel sprouts. I make enough to feed 40 people which was a little too much for the occasion, but we have leftovers for a Sunday gathering, too.

Kai, Leo and Bev's son, finished his Masters in Music at NYU and also turned 30, so we gathered in Milford for a party, awaiting thunderstorms (that seemed to go around us) and dancing in the dining room (which I wasn't able to do because I ate too many of the hot wings and I was afraid my body would think I was going for another humid run. That, and I had too many ribs - got to take in the summer eats when one can.

The humidity is supposed to break today and I need to get myself back into a writing and planning routine. Everything is flying forward much too quickly.

Tunga made is safely to Maine, although that journey was long. He left at 6 a.m. and texted they arrived at 5:45 p.m. (I'm guessing they must have had many breaks along the way). He will now have a few days on water to fish, kayak and chill in the beautiful country.

There's nothing better than grilled vegetables in the summer time, though, and our long weekends are coming to a close. This may be my last big hoorah for a while, too, as feeding me usually means a return to Triscuits and horseradish cheese.

Okay, Sunday. I'm hoping I will rest a little more today and simply let my mind go to rest - it is very tired. I will, however, returned to the food. It's too good not to!