In the way, way back of the cargo van -- perched on a five-gallon bucket of leek compote amid stacks and stacks of disposable aluminum hotel pans and packed wtih salmon filets portioned at four oz. and already partially blasted in the convection ovens back at the warehouse, sat Andrea, the freelance chef assigned to run the party. He, dear bride and groom, was the bitter and viscously funny guy chain-smoking Marlboros, about to oversee your very expensive love meal.-- pg 76, Blood, Bones, and Butter (ARC)
QUICK NOTE...Update: 10/10/19
Good news: We're back home! Bad news: It's like Apocalypse Heck Part III.
The one year Hurricane Michael anniversary is already here. Where did the time go...and yet it feels like forever. You don't realize how much you take for granted until it's all gone. I'm grateful my family/fur babies survived, and I know they are just "things", but sadly, in this life, those "things" help us get through every day. So yes, "happy" yet not. Every day is still a struggle...not just for my family, but so many others.
Thanks for stopping by and sharing my bookish adventures. It helps remind me I'm not alone in this crazy journey called life.