Dream with Our Eyes Open

I meant not to buy too much, to spare my recently recovered sore back (which was re-tenderized in a different way last Friday, when I slipped while walking in Spring Park and landed on my back along the edge of a landscape timber... ), but I failed. It's the height of summer-y produce and I lost control:

Peaches, pluots, cherries, blueberries, arugula, red tomatoes, yellow tomatoes, cherry tomatoes in several colors, a tiny cantaloupe, basil, scallions, goat feta cheese crumbles (for salad), plain cheese curds, and macaroons (because they are wheat-free).

Have just returned from back-to-back outdoor social events featuring mass quantities of food. Am covered with sweat, sunscreen, and (on my ankles) bug bites, and am much too well fed.

Party A featured mainly cold foods, including slices of sandwich wraps, salads, cold meats, and fruit, followed by ice cream and very nice lemon poundcake. Party B featured flame-grilled hamburgers and hotdogs, spicy pork ribs, veggie crudites, and potato and cucumber salads, followed by strawberry and peach shortcakes and smillaraaq's very evil chocolate brownies.

I am in a food-induced stupor.