There's a few lines from one of my favorite Barbara Michael's books (Be Buried in the Rain), that have stuck with me. The first one is where the main character is stuck taking care of her elderly grandmother who has had a stroke, in rural Virginia, and without a car. She's lamenting about cooking meals every day (something she isn't used to, as a student), and she wails, "Chicken and beef and pork and fish, chicken and beef and pork and fish...." as in that's all the choices there are.
At the change of seasons, I start to agree with her.
It's too warm for autumn and winter food, and not warm enough for summer food, like salads, not that Chris will eat most salads anyway. Last night's meal was stuffed chicken breasts, mashed potatoes, and gravy. Well, it was supposed to be, anyway....it's currently in the fridge, cooked but untouched. Neither of us felt like eating it. I bought hamburger with the half formed notion of meatloaf, but Chris is kind of lukewarm about meatloaf, so I think I'll morph that idea into hamburger steak. It'll use those mashed potatoes I made last night, and we haven't had that in a while. Even Chris admitted it sounded good, and since he usually has no opinion at all about food, I took that as a rousing endorsement.
And now, for something completely different: I just finished Isabel Wolff's "A Vintage Affair". Really good read, I thought. I seem to be in an odd place mentally with my reading just now, instead of sticking fairly close with my favorite Cozies, I'm venturing out into fantasy, steampunk, and general fiction. I've been browsing the ebookstores and finding some interesting stuff. Oh, and that other line from "Be Buried in the Rain" that sticks?
"Again, Melissa. Every year you come back . . . the same day, the
same place . . . I burn your clothes. Not once, but every year.
Every year I dig the grave . . . Why won't you and your bastard brat
stay where I put you?"
See why this is my yearly Halloween read?
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