I went out for breakfast the other day up in Minnesota. The cafe I ate at did not have waffles. I wanted waffles, but no luck. So I split a meal of pancakes, eggs, sausage, and hashbrowns with my sister. I should have known better. Even half of that order was too much food...and I had been eating rhubarb the day before. I wasn't quite finished when a pressure in my bowels sent me scuttling toward the bathroom. And what a bathroom it was! I have never seen one like it. Before we get into the pictures, I do have to say that using bathrooms in unfamiliar locations can be a scary experience. I have dealt with doors that don't quite shut. I have seen bathrooms that haven't been cleaned since the Carter administration. I have witnessed empty toilet paper rolls and paper towel dispensers. I have even seen a bathrom that was just a hole in the floor over an empty space (ah...Mexico!) so I thought I had seen it a...
I have friends who bake for pleasure. They try complicated recipes like cookie bars with shortbread crusts. They add caramel and chocolate layers. I’ve seen them throw in a layer of jam for good measure. Ganache. Mousse. These are construction jobs that require patience and skill. Take people who make focaccia bread! Chairman Joe, for instance. I love focaccia, all that chewy goodness - the salted olive oil. I watched him make it and it seemed easy. Truth is, when I tried it burned. What does baking for pleasure have to do with writing? In a way, a blank sheet and a clean counter are springboards. Both activities produce something new from what are otherwise disparate nothings. I’ve always been a lover of stories, and recently read a novel that was so good I didn’t want it to end. I fell in love with the characters and couldn’t believe the level of care the author brought to her plot. As a former high school English teacher, this is certainly not the first time it has happened, b...