Holy tempeh testicles, my fair weather lovers! How is August looking into its last sweet half? I don't know about you (and feel free to tell me), but I feel like suddenly I have to summer it up to the tittles. And in that spirit, I've been spending as many minutes of the day outside as possible. I am not back and ready to rock it on my bicycle just yet (still in accident recovery mode), but walks are sweet, as are evenings on our porch, eating, laughing and just plain old loving the loveliness. As we do spend many an evening on the porch, with the sites and smells of our neighbourhood wafting over, meat seems to be the scent of choice most often. Even as a non BBQ meat eater (hi cancer, you're not invited to play with me), I do still get cravings.