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: 6/25/19
Still working through things. 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. You'd think we'd be back in our home by now, since the disaster occurred October 2018, but nope. Things are very slow to progress towards normalcy...and every day presents a new headache/nightmare to deal with. Thanks for stopping by and sharing my bookish adventures. It helps remind me I'm not alone in this crazy journey called life.