The wind is howling outside. Leaves are blowing everywhere, especially into the pool. (I have a love/hate relationship with pools. - Life is rough.)
I feel as if I've been given an hour all to myself. I was getting ready to cook breakfast for Sam (which almost always means cooking bacon, eggs, and toast - he has low cholesterol). He came into the kitchen saying he decided to go the seminary meeting after all so he'd just grab an Egg McMuffin on the way. Don't get me wrong. I love eating breakfast with Sam. The cooking part I like so-so. When I'm suddenly given the 'morning off', though, well, I get excited. So here I am - excited. And I got to finish off one of those blueberry muffins from Market Street that I got Thanksgiving week. Sweet. Now I don't eat lunch till 2 when I meet author Beth at Gloria's (YUM) to celebrate her finishing that novel!! (Hopefully I'll get a picture of the celebration.)
Oh, last night Elizabeth had us over to their house for supper. It was so fun. . . and delicious: homemade French onion soup and Caesar salad. I've copied a picture from her blog to put on mine. (I hope you don't mind, E.)
I guess I could call my blog 'The Eats Blog'.
Life is yummy.