It's shoe day - a day I've been procrastinating over for weeks now. Shoe day involves cleaning, repairing, polishing, and if needed, Febreezing a sorry pile of shoes in the back of the closet. Thanks to another near sleepless night, I'm cranky enough to finally tackle this pesky job - but outside on the porch, natch.

What I had for breakfast: coconut juice, spilled from a coconut that I purchased and punctured, plus two oatmeal cookies and two rambutan.
What I'll have for lunch: coconut chunks, and couscous with spring onions and tomato.
What we'll have for dinner: greek chicken drummies, rice with spinach and feta (a caloric splurge, but so delicious).
What's growing in my kitchen: butterfly bush, delphinium, shasta daisy, thyme, rosemary, cosmos, all sprouting from seed in flats. Lots and lots of thyme - want some?
New favourite cookbook: Babbo. The N.Y. Times called it virtually impossible to cook from (their dangling preposition, not mine), but I disagree. Recent guests fawned over my venison ragout. Even better - it's signed to me by the author, the one and only Molto Mario.