loud-ass tears + burst tomatoes + S.W.A.T.

plus links and November (and Purple) Rain

I made a cherry tomato garlic confit. It takes like, no energy, some decent (the more grassy the better) olive oil, and two hours in the oven, at like 225 degrees. I put my con-fee in a loaf pan because I had that much peeled garlic and a whole basket of cherry tomatoes in the fridge that were about to go mushy. As for how much of each, it doesn’t matter. Just use what you’ve got, and throw some thyme in there if you have it.

Photo by Konstantin Evdokimov on Unsplash

While it was in the oven, I walked the dog through a big park off the Potomac. My day had been full of emails and invoices and calendar invites a need to scan something or a need to fix and re-send a form of some kind, so my soul was stretched thin enough to see through. The feel of my dog pulling on her leash for freedom brought me back to myself. I broke into a jog, and was like, Maybe I should join a run club. That’s how my mind works, even when I’m supposed to be relaxing: always trying to do a thing. Too much goal-set…