Foodie Friday

I have a preternatural ability to procrastinate by becoming extraordinarily productive on something else.  Need to go run three miles by myself?  All of a sudden, there’s laundry to wash, dry, fold, put away.  Have a legal project to work on?  There’s a flower bed that needs weeding, replanting, mulching.

This week, I had hoped to start work on my legal conflicts book.  But instead, I exercised and worked on my mother’s kitchen drawer, and I walked and read and played with my grandson.  And today, having no scheduled exercise, I made blueberry muffins, and chocolate chip muffins, and Detroit-style pizza with sauce from scratch, and pesto chicken pizza with fresh pizza dough, and my daughter and my mother and my grandson came over to eat.

There are worse ways to kill time, but I have things to do and time is passing.  At least I am feeling well-fed.

I finished the Bob Lee Swagger book too.  It was pretty good, a little irreverent for a book about Chechen mobsters taking corrupt congresspersons hostage during a hearing on proper use of deadly force by snipers.  Stephen Hunter, the author, is in his eighties and I hope he has at least one more book in his quiver.

(I worry about my authors.  I never feel my age more than when an author I love dies because a voice I love is stilled forever.  In recent years, we’ve lost Elmore Leonard, Tim Dorsey, Robert B. Parker, Clive Cussler, while others like John Irving, Thomas Harris, Richard Ford, Garrison Keillor and Big Steve King keep getting older, but still keep writing.  If they keep writing, I will keep reading (or at least listening to) their work.  It’s kind of a gesture of mutual respect.)

Tomorrow: basketball.  Next week: election clerking, a legal project, and … yes, the conflicts book.