I have a date with a bushel of tomatoes.

I adore sun dried or oven dried tomatoes and every year I make a huge batch of them that I freeze and use in soups, stews, rice pilafs, etc. So I am going to put on some nice music, open up windows to let fresh air in and start preparing tomatoes for oven drying.

Every good rant deserves to be followed up with a good rave.

I have to rave about this absolutely gorgeous day outside; the beautiful birds that visit my feeder; the two fat and lazy yellow dogs who following me around like the puppy dogs they are; the superior yet loving cats that allow me to pet them if I've been very good; the dearest husband who made kick-ass chicken pot pie and a wonderful apple pie yesterday with a crust that tastes as good as the apple filling; my best friends who will be getting civil unionized on October first (or is it civilly unioned?) my family from the youngest to the oldest; for having three cases of my favorite red wine in the basement; for being alive, safe, bills paid and happy.