Cooking Has Begun.

As you can imagine, the next couple of days will be pretty hectic.

I had some food musings to write about, but opted instead for a few short stories (reading, that is, not writing 'em) from the 1995 edition of The Best Short Stories from the South. Sitting on the front porch on our new rattan chairs, sipping a Scotch and reading Southern fiction must be one of the high points of those great minor pleasures we can enjoy here and there.

Also, we are unveiling our catering company's website this weekend. I need to write some more text for it and to email some pictures to the webmistress.

Perhaps tomorrow I will feel like writing about the smell of sauteing mushrooms, or the joy of buying a whole case of Sadie Farm dry-farmed tomatoes (which might well be the best tomatoes in the world). Or I might read another 60 pages of Southern fiction, sipping at a Scotch and feeling the breeze on the bottoms of my bare feet. We'll see.