It’s Saturday, and I’m at the library while my poor dear gray-headed mother is slaving away at the Book Box. I’m here using the high-speed–WHEEEEEE!!
I made bread last night, so this morning I toasted some Gruyere cheese in the skillet and had that on a piece of my bread for breakfast. Mmmmm! And all this clarified butterfat ran off into the pan…. So now I’m thinking about what I can cook in that for lunch. Or I may just have miso soup with rice noodles.
Mom sent me to the farmers’ market this morning and some dirty rotten pig-person had bought ALL 17 POUNDS of sweet potatoes! I ask you, what can a normal person do with 17 pounds of sweet potatoes? She must be a mad scientist, creating a vast army of zombie sweet potato soldiers. “Eyes! Their eyes are everywhere! Aaiiiiiiiii!!” I was MOST displeased! Got a couple of late tomatoes and some squash and some lovely white peaches.
See you tomorrow, and then the blog book tour starts up again on Monday.
WRITING PROMPT: Would your main character be frightened at the thought of zombie sweet potatoes? Are you? Write a scene where it happens.