On pecking orders...

I took a picture of our better-off-than-before hen; the one who had been so badly henpecked as to look pitiful. Unfortunately, I do not know how to get photo from iphone to mzj blog. So you will have to wait until I learn. Trust me though, she is looking much better. Thank you, Bradford.

Sarah returns Monday from her two weeks (plus) holiday in Great Britain. Next time, I am going to keep her horse and put Peanut off on someone else. The horse stands alone all day; Peanut is underfoot all day. All Day. ALL DAY. He's a pretty good boy, but so very needy. And a barker.

This morning I stopped at the farmer's market and got the usual: lobster, corn on the cob, tomatoes. When I came home from North Berwick, I fully intended to prepare all of that, starting with some aiolii, which Emily lauds at length. And because I was out of plain old Hellman's. But the hand-made version from Deborah Madison calls for egg yoke at room temperature. So while waiting for my refrigerated egg to warm up, I ate an entire (small!) jar of pickled herring. So now I am not hungry. So probably the aiolii won't get made tonight.

But tomorrow is another day...