Jeff is doing a staged reading tonight, so he's been in rehearsal, which meant Friday night I got a fabulous sandwich at Susina (nee Sugarplum) Bakery. They practically make you sign a blood oath if you want the sandwich ungrilled, swearing that you will grill it when you get home. I feel like I need to bring a picture of my Foreman with me. Honestly, not grilling their sandwiches is practically a crime, so I respect their vigilance.

Then I baked two quiches and cut out a mess of puff pastry for a baby shower Sunday. Saturday we had friends over for barbeque shrimp and a big salad and french bread for everyone but the One on Atkins. Fortunately, shrimp and butter are Atkins friendly.