Simple supper. We were going to go out for Cuban, but we decided to head home to Mr. Sleepy and a let's see what we can doo for dinnero in our cupboardo. A wild combination of roasted peppers and cabbage and radishes and onions and roasted garlic and jicama and pears and corn and black beans and tomatoes and lime juice and spices jumped into a bowl and pretended to be salsa dressing for peppered sliced turkey on the hot baguettes I kneaded and rose and baked as soon as I got home from work where picking about 50 new 2008 dog calendar covers is an out of body experience. Arf Arf. Dave wrapped the extra loaves in aluminum foil bringing shades of Buck Rogers floating across my mind. I set up this wooden aluminum still life as a tribute to all the space cadets on earth. Happiness runs in a circular motion.