Oliver, leftovers, very ripe peaches

Oliver is once again his usual mischievous self, and it is with great relief that I write that. He's a little tired but is back to being a complete ham. Jack made him a darling card signed, of course, "Love, Officer Grossi", and because they were both champs yesterday, we had enormous ice cream cones before lunch. Cheers to health! At present, I feel rather gaga but am realllly enjoying leftover eggplant (just posted all the associated recipes for that dish) and the lovely smell of now extremely ripe peaches. Delicious. I'm going to can those this afternoon- probably as brandied peaches but maybe as jam. I haven't figured it out yet. And I need to get on the stick with my beets and carrots before they start to wilt.

We had another cool'ish morning today, and I started thinking, with happy anticipation, of the advent of fall when stews and tagines seem just right for instead of in spite of the weather. I'm sure I've told you about how something in me snaps with lower temps, and I start roasting vegetables with abandon. Note to nursing moms, don't eat a pound of roasted brussels sprouts in one day. Your baby will probably not react well, and if you avoid this, you will save yourself the embarrassing conversation with the lactation lady who was like, "well, of course he's puking if you ate that many brussels sprouts at lunch." Aah, it really didn't occur to me. First baby...