What is it about writer types that when there is something big brewing, something fermenting in the true ink pen or the walking hard drive of the mind, that we find something — anything — else to do, like I did today?
I dusted, cleaned out cabinets, rearranged bookshelves, hung pictures on walls, found new arrangements for lamps, polished copper, planned a menu for tomorrow night’s family supper out here at the Longleaf Bar & Grill, considered what might be in the pantry or the freezer that I could make a dinner out of. . . and WOW, here’s the result:
Seared Scallops glazed with chardonnay & scattered with capers
Garlic Mashed Potatoes
Steamed Baby Spinach
Unbelieveable. Who knew this was hanging out in the pantry, the fridge & the freezer?
Hasta la vista. The pen is full of ink and the yellow legal pads await.
Et tu, Gully?