We took the sausage home and shaped two sausages into patties. They were maple flavoured and he fried an egg (from Maia's chickens). He placed these two on a bun (made locally) smeared with the garlic mayo he made from scratch the other day and we ate them so fast I'm not sure we chewed! Good job sweetheart!
I spent the morning waiting for work to call, but even on a sunny Saturday afternoon the call didn't come, I hate being on call. I packed a few boxes instead and made zucchini fritters (with the ricotta I made a few day prior) for lunch. We ate the fritters with some apricot-jalapeno jelly I canned the night before. Between everything else I baked a blueberry crumble pie, which turned out so well I think it's worthy of a recipe.
At 230 when it became apparent that I was indeed not going to work I headed to the beach, meeting the family up there. I read my herb book in the warm sun and dreamed of next year's garden. We ate leftover zucchini cake and quinoa salad for dinner. We swam (well I didn't) and bathed in the sun chatting on the dock as the sun went down. I'm glad I remembered my camera this time.