“A cup of coffee is always welcome.”
Jack Reacher in Lee Childs excellent Worth Dying For (a Reacher novel). P. 128.
We all have guilty pleasures. Lee Child’s seamless authorship sucks me right in, each time.
The home of the three-pound cinnamon roll. Made famous on TV… I knew about before. Last time I was there, the French Toast with a side of bacon? I counted seven -7- strips of bacon.
I watched as three different tables ordered up the famous cinnamon roll. No one finished it. No one.
Haruspex
The Roman – Babylonian as well – method of peering into animal guts to divine the future.
Memory
It was a late November afternoon, last decade or so. My redheaded Capricorn and I finished a meandering hike around the lake and rode over to the Hula Hut for a sweaty, late afternoon meal.
We watched, sitting there, feeding the carp chips on one side of the dock, while a cold north wind kicked up and the temperature dropped 30 degrees.
Steven James, The Pawn, now there’s an author serious about his coffee. He discusses the country, the estate, the time of year, the side of the mountain, for each brew. The plot is pretty good, too, moves right along and avoids the beating-the-breast maundering self-pity so common in crime/suspense novels these days. His next two novels are even better, but let me not spoil them….