Rushed

I don't think about food on Monday. It's not worth the effort. Too much going on. Weekends are about five days too short. Monday it's back to a bowl of Special K, soup and salad for lunch and nothing for dinner.

Scout night. No time. Home, change, go. Unless...

...a miracle occurs and someone comes home early with enough energy and inspiration to whip up a tasty bar-b-que, sort of like tonight.

Lamb kebabs, cucumbers in yogurt with cherry tomatoes, potato salad and grilled zucchini. Feast for a king or at least a Scoutmaster.

Tomorrow the king is on the road. Who knows what awaits, but it's not likely to be nearly as good as tonight.