We're at the airport, and it's good to be heading home. I am feeling inordinately grateful that instead of last year's seven hour schlep home in the car, we have a brief 80 minute flight into National. A massive treat to be sure! I am eager to get to the market and back into my kitchen. I did a fair bit of cooking this week but want to start summertime canning and try some recipes from Paul Virant's book.
The kids start camp on Monday, and for the first time in seven years, I'll have six hours a day just for me. Do you know that I feel positively wild with excitement about this?