Don’t you just hate it when you eat an absolutely delicious dinner and next thing you know it’s the wee hours and you’re clutching your stomach and saying, “Uh-oh!” That was me early this morning and I have no one to blame but myself: I ate at home. So I plan to spend the day laying low, knocking back tea and saltines (or any other recipe for revival you might suggest).
Which is too bad for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is I was planning on telling you all about Jackie Robert’s Festa per la Salute! — a “party for health” (I’ll drink to that) and upcoming fundraiser for Multiple Sclerosis to be held at The Pink Door in Pike Place Market Sunday evening, June 27. Jackie and I had a long chat late last week, and I’ll tell you more about what’s up when I’m up.
However, I did arise long enough to look at today’s Seattle Times, where I read my pal Marc Ramirez’s story about Seattle’s urban farms. Go make yourself a cup of tea and you can read it right here. We’ll talk soon, OK?