So our DoveVan flew to close to the sun and fell to earth.
We missed our show tonight (in Missoula, with Jucifer).
We couldn't have picked a better spot to break down, though, within towing distance of a friend's comically idyllic abode in the nowheremiddle of Wyoming, where we relaxed, read books, took walks, even went swimming in a lake.
Feeling fully juvenated.
Which is a good thing, because we're about to embark on a 17 hour drive to Clarkston, WA.
I'll be fine (taurine to drive, ambien to sleep).
And I just cooked a rather large for us and our host. A little over the top, as is so often the case when I start cooking.
Tacos. With a huge pot of beans (loads of cumin and garlic and ancho and chipotle). And some pork tenderloins on the grill (marinated in tequila and lime juice and garlic). And onions burned and caramelized with lots of pepper. And asparagus on the grill with garlic and butter. And asparagus on the grill with black bean sauce and ginger (for our vegan). And cucumber and cannelini bean salad with mint and shallots.
And dessert, of course. I made ice cream, vanilla ice cream with lots of Woodford Reserve in it (yum!). And some raspberry and red wine sorbet (for the vegan). With peaches stewed with ginger.
Tomorrow (sunday) night: Clarkston, WA. WithThe Robot Ate Me. Yayness.