Cozzy, bare feet, Etta James, a big, fat, icy coke and a deck chair. wow, I feel so much better. I even have a tan line (of a sort).

A full stomach is a new Sunday tradition and like every Sunday, this one started with roast dinner at the County Arms. It's so good, there's never any point in making your own, but serendipitously (really!), I ran across a Roast Dinner HOWTO. Excellent plan, but he left off the yorkies. I rather like Aunt Bessie's, but apparently they're easy to make from scratch. Luckily, Rogi has a recipe...