1. No hidden meaning. No message. No reading between the lines. The lines are a lot better. The houses are haunted/By white night gowns. Poetry is first and foremost music. Introduction to Literature: Poetry is underway.
2. Louise is healing up after her heart surgery and when I gave Jeff a ride home today, he had a good report. The best news is that he will stay with her at home all week and has fellow teachers stepping in to cover his classes.
3. The Deke picked up three pork loins steaks for dinner. My mission: cook 'em. I put potatoes in the oven to bake. I chopped up an apple, put the pieces in a pan with heated, melted butter, and covered the apples with cinnamon and brown sugar. The apples cooked slowly for about forty-five minutes -- the pork went on the George Foreman grill while the broccoli and cauliflower steamed in the microwave. I poured the apples over the pork, served the potatoes and vegetables, and we enjoyed a simple and very tasty dinner together: Molly, Olivia, the Deke, and I.
1 comment:
Marla is a hell of a cook, but you writing about cooking makes you sound like a man's cook. In a good way.
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