Geez, have I been fasting for over a week?

No, of course not, you sillys.
We went to Buzzards Peak over the Labor Day weekend. Vern came over on Saturday and gave us a wonderful firepit. So we fired up some alder ( tree down!) and cooked us some Bratwurst from PCC. It was so good, flavored with the smoke. Cooking over a real wood fire beats the heck out of propane.
I like my brats with grainy mustard and my homemade zucchini relish.
We had a great salad made from fresh corn, scarlett runner beans and lentils. A little onion, some jelly bean tomatoes from our garden. Some fresh dill and chives, and a bit of cumin.
After dinner we gazed at the fire until the stars came out. Vern and I stayed up to watch for meteors. We saw a couple but saw more satellites.
Before dawn we were visited by a VERY LOUD hoo hoo WHOO hoo hoo. Annoying, yet exciting to be in nature. If I had to pick between that and a garbage truck, well.....
We later determind that it was a mourning dove. Must have had big lungs.

Jake enjoys the view from Buzzards Peak