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Mom reminded me that I forgot to say anything about the dessert we had at A.J.’s on Sunday. We had our choice of apple pie or baklava, and we chose baklava. In terms of sheer calories, you get great value for money with baklava. It’s probably Mom’s favorite sweet. I like it A LOT, but next time I think I’ll get apple pie, especially if they serve it with cheddar cheese.
Today, I’m going to Louisville to have lunch with Jane. I’m telling you, there’s nothing in this world to beat the sheer joy of meeting a friend for lunch. It’s like recharging your batteries. We dump all our troubles out on the table between us and beat them to death for a while. We may have to face them again when we go home, but by golly we kill them for a couple of hours, at least!
Oh, my dear goodness, it’s deer hunting season, and the dog just walked past with something in his mouth that I do not want to examine too closely. And there goes Forrest, the big white neighbor’s dog (the dog is big and white, the neighbor is average-sized and white). We hadn’t seen him for a couple of months, and I was starting to worry about him, but he’s been around almost every day for the past week, so apparently he’s okay.
Well, Mom just toodled me on my cell phone, so I’d better go see what that’s about.
p.s. I’m up to 34,000+ words on DOWN AND DIRTY DEATH!
writing prompt: Have two people who have been friends for, like, forever, meet for lunch.
No, this is not how to make fun of a Brit. Mom and I went for the “traditional English roast” at A.J.’s yesterday. I don’t know if they’re thinking of making it a regular Sunday thing or not. I would advise not. The food was delicious, but the roast was by reservation only, and some people thought “reservation only” didn’t mean them.
So we made reservations and we went. The English Roast was sliced of roast beef, pink but not runny in the center, gravy, roast rosemary-flavored carrots, roast parsnips (sort of like carrot, sort of like turnip, these were tender and sweet), the best roast potatoes we ever put in our mouths, fresh peas and Yorkshire Pudding. Yorkshire pudding is that bready thing that’s in two bits, because I had to eat some as soon as I saw it and then I remembered I wanted to take a picture.
Those potatoes…. They were a little crispy on the outside, fluffy FLUFFY on the inside…. Such potatoes as dreams are made of.
I need to go now. I’ve only written 1,000 words on my NaNoWriMo novel today. DOWN AND DIRTY DEATH is perking right along. I can’t wait to see what happens next!
writing prompt: How does your main character like his/her potatoes?
Then lunch at A.J.’s.
Then open house at the Lanesville library.
And I’ve already written over 1,000 words on my NaNoWriMo project this morning. 🙂
A.J.’s is having a “traditional English roast” with roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, roasted parsnips and I don’t know what all. Mushy peas, probably.
The characters in DOWN AND DIRTY DEATH just finished a dinner of chicken stewed in a slow-cooker. LeJune forgot to make dessert, so they had ice cream with their coffee. I’ve just introduced Mama’s Daddy, a vigorous man in his 90s. I know so many older people (meaning people older than I am–NOT ME) of such varying states of health, I like putting them into my writing. I know people in their 90s who seem younger than other people in their 60s. I remember my late Aunt Ruth telling us about how she took care of all these “old ladies” she knew, driving them to the beauty shop and the grocery and doctors’ appointments, and then told us their ages and they were all younger than she was.
See you tomorrow, I guess, and good luck with your writing!
writing prompt: Make notes about the health and activities of two people older than you are.
Mom and I only heard about AJ’s last year, after they had closed for the season. This year, we kept saying, “We’ve got to get to AJ’s this year!” but we never did. So FINALLY, we went.
Boy, were we glad we did! I hadn’t had a gyro in years, and I got a lamb/beef one. Never had one where the flatbread was a little bit crispy on the edges but still not greasy. Don’t know how they do it, but it was heavenly. Mom got feta cheese and black olives. This was a slab of feta cheese in an oil-and-vinegar herbed dressing, with sliced black olives on it. Great, but it weirdly did not come with any crackers or bread or anything to eat it ON. We shared an order of fresh-cut potato chips, meaning potato cut into paper-thin slices and quick-fried–SCRUMPTIOUS–and we used them to share the feta. We cut the gyro in half, too, and shared that out.
The weather was perfect–warm but not hot, breezy but not windy.
Next time, I think I’ll try their fish and chips.
This morning, I’m printing out program books for the Corydon Women’s Literary Club and going to get my hairs cut.
writing prompt: See if you can find a summer joint like this. Go eat there. Observe your fellow customers.