When revision and editing process breaks down. Beaver: “Sometimes things get so messed up, crying is the only thing you can do.”
Romance writers take note: Beaver: “Yeah, but there was too much kissin’ and not enough apes.”
On dealing with editors: Beaver: “Do you like me a whole lot?” Wally: “Look, don’t get sloppy on me. I might just slug you one.”
On complete transparency: Wally: “Beaver — you got crumbs in the butter again. Boy, if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s crumbs in the butter.” Beaver: “Sorry Wally. That must have happened when it fell on the floor.”
I’m working on a mini-course, so I’ll be posting some of the activities here.
The activities are intended for a range of writers, though seasoned veterans may not be interested. Again, I’ll be using this site to park some of my works.
Walked dog. [Imperative in his world. By 7:30 AM, reaches state of ‘Urgent!’.]
Baked biscuits. [Imperative in my world.] Here’s the recipe.
Opened package containing aloe vera to complete my sanitizer ingredient list. Confession: Needed to review my Amazon orders to remind myself what was in the box.
Dodged 94.1% of the daily newspaper to read the comics.
Found some folks who: A. are under 65. B. are oblivious to COVID-19. C. don’t catch me stacking the deck. D. resent the use of the word ‘kitty’. E. prefer the phrase ‘poker paws’ to ‘poker hands’. F. don’t notice their winnings have vanished after my hourly ‘Squirrel!’ call.
Sweet potato bread pudding, to be specific, inspired by an episode of George Hirsch Lifestyle
I had leftover monkey bread/pull apart from a local bakery–the parts lacking anything resembling sweet, syrupy, or nutty [i.e. the dry stuff that should have been drenched, but wasn’t. Okay, so I’m a hard-nose when it comes to unhealthy, but oh-so-good pastries.]
And I figured it would be a great springboard for a bread pudding.
Anyway, I steamed the sweet potatoes and worked in plenty of vanilla, cinnamon, and brown sugar. The resulting mash sat peacefully in the fridge for a couple of days and this morning mixed well with the sweetened custard, then the bread, chopped pecans, and rehydrated cranberries.
I can’t seem to track down the exact recipe, sorry. So, bakers, just mix it all together and keep an eye on it. At 350 degrees, the pudding–about 2.5 inches high– took about 70 minutes–foil-covered for the first 40 minutes, then crisping up the rest of the time.
L. convinced me that the sweet potatoes made this a health food. Worked for me.