First things first, now that I'm a little late to the game: Let me just say that I hope Holy Week and Passover resonate with those who so believe. It is indeed a time for y'all to rejoice. Everyone should, actually, even nonbelievers. Faith is a cool thing even if it's one a person might not personally hold. Tonight, we're grilling. Doing one of our fave Bobby Flay pork recipes, but using double-cut bone-in loin rather than tenderloin. Ancho-bourbon and red bell sauces, cilantro oil splash. We're gonna meet at the Friday farmers' market later and get bread and artichokes and salad stuff. Honey-do morning tomorrow. Terri wants to take another shot at the garage, I want to build another raised bed. I'm saying she wins. Hopefully we get going early so we can get out for some golf, then down to the wine ghetto and then on over to the Spring Arts Festival. Sunday we're going to ride bikes up in SLO and Avila, get some lunch by the bay, then have dinner at Los Olivos Cafe (the site of the famous "I am not drinking any fuc*ing Merlot"/petulant Miles scene in Sideways). Cheers to all.