
Or was it a boneless breast? Cooking for one can still feel luxurious. This wasn’t quite piccata.
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

Or was it a boneless breast? Cooking for one can still feel luxurious. This wasn’t quite piccata.

With winter fast approaching, what could be more comforting than these, especially on a lazy weekend morning?
Perhaps, even, waking up to the aroma of them still in the oven?
Oh, lucky me!
While Reese’s will probably still be the favorite., followed by M&Ms, when it comes to trick or treaters, other top choices may vary depending on where you live.
For instance:
The rest of the country goes for more traditional brands – at least ones I’m familiar with.
I’m still not sure about that candy corn, which is supposed to be universally loved this time of year.
But somehow, I manage to write without it.

Where, for heaven’s sake, would this place be? We don’t have a lot of options in our remote rim of Maine.
And then I was told the restaurant was a late and lamented site a block from my home, now reincarnated as an echo of the grill and bar next door. Only, perchance, a shade better.
Well, as a reaction, I did have an appropriate Greek slang expression I’d found earlier when researching background for my novel What’s Left, not that I’ll quote it here.

Lowbush, rather than high. Sunrise County is the world capital. This tray is about to be frozen for later use.
The Phoenix has a devoted following and some fine views.




Confession. I rarely eat hamburger. Maybe it’s a vestige of my stretches of being vegetarian or even the tasteless rock-hard patties we had when growing up. If I eat beef, give me a thick medium-rare steak or juicy roast, at least.
But once or twice a year, I’ll definitely go for something like this. Especially while traveling.


Home grown, of course.