Just finished a couple of beloved Hamish Macbeth mysteries (MC Beaton describes him as "the other Macbeth", haha!), and it is time for a new-to-me author. For those who have not met Hamish Macbeth, you should know that he is the anti-success chap who would rather stay in the gloomy Scottish hills and tend to critters than accept a career promotion and move to the city. But the countryside is not all good. There are issues, and crimes, and beloved ladies who chronically cancel plans in order to stay in London... alas, Poor Hamish...
Anyway, back here in the rural realm across the pond and off yonder somewhere, it is typical Monday: Work, workout, do small projects, read, and make a variation of the wonderful salad from a few days ago. Now, I am looking for my amazing (but missing) little book of salads. Who knew that salad could be this, and that, and thaaaaaaatttt!?! I am happy to report that there is no jello or cool whip in any of them!!!!! Obviously, someone else was creative with those salads before I came along. But maybe just the memory of the lost (probably donated accidentally) book is enough to spark my creativity now.
Remember my wail about my missing copy of 'An Exaltation of Larks'? Well, i found it. It was on the shelf with stuff from The Word Detective, Richard Lederer, etc. All is well now.
Bach is not noise, Madam. (Robert, in Two's Company)