This is Myra, and Jon is taking care of her for a friend this weekend. She's normally a great dog, lots of fun and well behaved. But while we were out, she managed to get on the counter and eat a pound and a half of sausage and pepperoni that Jon had from New York. We told her she was a bad dog, but she seems to think it was worth it.

Jon and I made gnocchi and pesto today from scratch, and we used the basil from my garden for the pesto. It was delicious. Too bad more people don't cook themselves. They don't know what they're missing.