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: 1/2/19
The blog is slowly coming back on line. We were right in the path of Hurricane Michael (like so many others), and while the family is safe (pups, and parents), the house didn't fair as well. So, reading and blogging (as much as I adore it) have to take a back burner. I've finally reached a stage in all this chaos that I feel that I can try to take a few baby steps back into the blogging world. A post here, a post there, and who knows. Hope you stay along for the ride!