[Boomer]

OK.

I started this earlier today to distract myself from the troubles at hand. It is all so surreal. I spent yesterday evening with friends I can actually see, and we laughed a lot together. That always feels good. Of course, there were Margaritas involved.

But still, it feels good to laugh.

I seem to have become the self-appointed Queen of Quotations lately. I saw one the other day that said, "Laughter is an instant vacation." Milton Berle said that one. And I also saw one that said, "Sermons are better lived than preached." Well, that one was from Cowboy Wisdom. . . Boy, I sure digress.

Back to the subject at hand.

Anyway, this morning I started this up because comfort food was on my mind. Still is.

But I decided that I would stick this Dr. Weil recipe in here. Now, of course, it does not qualify as coming even close to the glorious stuff we have been talking about here, but it actually tastes pretty good, for something that is supposed to be so good for you.

You all remember Dr. Weil don't you? He has that big white beard that although it is not exactly Z. Z. Topp, it always looks to me like it needs a little trimming.

When I see Dr. Weil's picture, I seem to recall that he was the guy who used to show up on PBS, always wearing some hideous sweater, and then he would try to make me send him money. (At least I think he's the guy.)

Anyway, here is the recipe, and it is so easy you will not believe it.

"Roasted Red Peppers, White Beans, and Pesto"

1/2 cup jarred roasted red peppers, cut in strips
1 15 oz. can cannellini beans, rinsed and drained
2 cloves garlic, minced
2 T. prepared pesto

Mix up the first 3 ingredients and cook over low heat to warm through.

Stir in the pesto.

Makes two servings.

You're done.

This may just be one of the fastest things I have ever done. It has a decent hit of protein so it sticks to your ribs for awhile. Mr. Boomer keeps trying to make me put a bunch of Italian sausage in it. But I won't. I am not sure how it would taste really. And I am afraid of Dr. Weil.

So there you are -- for your own good. And not bad, not bad at all.

Now, bring on the real stuff.

Boomer