[…] being imaginary was a disadvantage that could not be overlooked. –Bridget Jones
Of course, you were all correct: I can not get Happiness at Least out of my frigging head!
And it all has to do with David Mountain Hawk. Why, oh why, did the author have to say that “he was just another Hun down from the mountains.” Do you know what mysteriously handsome, imaginary characters do to women with over imaginative imaginations… who also just happen to have art degrees? We pull out the friggin’ sketch book and pencils!
For the last few days I have been working on the story Heart’s Guardian. Yes, I do have other stories that should take precedence, but my muse is a fickle creature and she wants what she wants.
Here is a short passage that I wrote just yesterday that I’m particularly tickled by:
Read this story before you do anything else!
Just sit your butt down and read it!
Do you hear me?
DO YOU HEAR ME?
Happiness at Least
Thank you so much for the rec, Gerriv!!
Yes, I have been purposely hiding out, avoiding reading the comments on the last chapter of A Brief Encounter.
Authors note: My, my, here we all are again: at the end of one of my stories. As some of you may remember, I promised you a “certain sort” of ending… and I always keep my promises.
Enjoy… or not!
Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the aroma from my kitchen is delightful… Here is my Boeuf Stew avec vin rouge ala Jacques Pepin. (in case you can’t read my terrible French, that’s Beef Stew in Red Wine Sauce) A lot easier to prepare, I should think, than Julia’s Beouf Bourguignon… which I am still going to try one day!
With apologies to my vegetarian readers, but like they always say in Hornblower: “there is nothing quite like a good piece of fillet“, but in this case, it’s actually flatiron steak.
As you can see, my lardons are not exactly frizzled… I am just like Bridget Jones in that respect.
A few wine choices. Since the Sobon Zin is already open… it pairs well, but I am inclined to believe the Sangiovese would pair better. I’m not going to open just yet; will save for another day.
The stew is very, very VERY rich, so I’m quite full and happy…