Do tell. Someone stole my 1997 Ford Escort Wagon. It was parked outside the Bienville Apartments.

After my son took it, I wouldn't drive it. I have some hygienic standards.

Ferals.

I was running around yesterday doing errands.

After I'd walked into the house for the last time, Charles Gore the grey asked, "What you doing, sweet baby?"

Irish writer John Banville, writing under alias Benjamin Black, uses an Alvis TC108 Super Graber Coupe in Elegy for April.

He doesn't treat it well.

I'm not crazy about sweets. If I have three cups of grated zucchini, I prefer to put it in a colander with some salt and let it sit for half an hour, then squeeze the liquid out.

Meantime, I've sauteed onion and garlic in a dab of butter and olive oil until tender. Add the squeezed zucchini, toss it around until it's hot and serve it as a side with nearly anything.

Hmmm. I think I'd like that tomorrow.

Chef Tony sent me this cake recipe a while back.

I rustled up the gumption to shop for ingredients this morning. It's in the oven now.

I'll let you know.

LATER: I baked it for 60 minutes. Were I to do it again, I'd stop at 55 min, even if the tester shows a little underdone.

The tender crumb melts in your mouth. I used Ghirardelli Bittersweet chocolate chips. It's rich. Needs a cold glass of milk on the side.

So I'm reading a bit of fluff by Laurie Moore, Couple Gunned Down: News at Ten.

A character describes another as mean and bitchy -- "a couple of terrorists short of a jihad."

Shelling a bushel of pink-eye purple-hull peas. We're feeling lucky. Most of them went underwater around here back in the flood.

Someone trucked these in to the Natchez Farmers' Market.

LATER: Okay. Those are all blanched and packed away in their blanching liquid in freezer boxes -- about 14 meals' worth.

Heretofore, we've packed whatever we'd prepared in bags. Boxes make much more efficient use of space and are reusable. Easier to fill, too.