Oliver woke up at the crack, so I just put him in bed with us. I cannot tell you how pummeled I got in a mere few minutes, but in an effort to be zen, I tried to image myself not in bed with a whirling, 2 year old dervish, but rather at a Thai massage into which I had enthusiastically opted. Beyond the pain of a bruised breast, my efforts almost worked.
I rewrote and tweaked the Balsamic Beets and Greens recipe, and it’s now posted if you’re inclined to make. Delish!