What Say You?

Charcuterie Board or simply Charcuterie?

I posed this question on a Facebook page that deals in words and usage, grammar and the evolution of the English language. It’s one of my favorite Facebook pages; although, I’m often reluctant to pose a question because some of the respondents are language snobs.

One would hope that those who follow the page would be helpful and courteous, and most are, but there’s always one negative Nellie or Neddie who feels the need to disparage others for their questions or misunderstandings.

My question today was well-received, and I had some great answers. Most said that they used the menu as their ordering cue. I’m attempting to work the term into dialogue in a book, so I didn’t have a menu on hand; although, now that I think of it I could always google a local wine bar’s menu to see how it’s listed. Duh!

One person, though, told me to always include the word “board”; otherwise, they’re likely to just put the meats and cheeses on the table or even in one’s hands. I felt certain she was joking, but then a couple of others said the same thing. Really? surely this isn’t a thing. And if it is, ewwww.

Peace, people!

Shameless, Oh My

I’ve been listening to so much country music while working on my second novel that I’m about to lose my mind. It’s all I can think about.

The story is a modern western romance set in the panhandle of Texas, and if it were a movie, I’d know exactly what the soundtrack would sound like.

For sure, “Shameless” by Garth Brooks would be included. I cannot get enough of this song, it’s sexy, and sexy, and yes, sexy.

Enjoy!

Peace, people!

The Pepper Song

Yesterday I wrote about going to the store when the only thing I needed to buy was pepper. I could’ve put off the visit to the store until I needed more than pepper, but I wanted the human interaction. That’s warped, I know.

Wanna know what’s even more warped? Instead of going to a supermarket or a Dollar Store, I went into Walmart. For one item. What kind of idiot goes to Walmart for one item? Of course, I ended up buying cat food and bananas and deodorant and something else I can’t recall.

But I digress. The important thing is that as I was walking from my car into the store I made up a pepper song. It’s probably the best song I’ve ever heard, and it goes like this:

“The Pepper Song”

I’m just here for the pepper

My favorite spice

I eat it on everything

‘Cause it makes everything nice.

Don’t be hating my pepper

Or warning me off

It makes me sneeze sometimes

But never makes me cough

Brilliant, right?

Peace, people!

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Normal

I’m sitting in my car under the shade of a tree, eating lunch. It’s become my new normal. The cafés I frequent don’t offer seating nowadays. Instead, one orders at a window, waits in an approved area, picks up one’s food, and departs.

If I lived a little closer to Tallahassee, or weren’t so impatient, I’d take my lunch home. Yes, I could make lunch for myself, but I crave interaction with others, even if it only comes through a window during the ordering process.

The young woman at Sweet Pea Cafe asked me how I was doing today. Her question touched me. I even remembered to ask her how she’d been. Some of the niceties of human contact have almost fallen by the wayside, but we salvaged them, at least for today.

Once I’m finished with lunch I’ll make a quick stop at a store to buy pepper. We don’t really need pepper, but will in a week or so. I could put off the trip until I needed to buy more from the store, but maybe the person who rings up my purchase will comment. I’ll respond, and it’ll almost be normal.

Peace, people.

Small Offerings

Our kitty, Scout, thinks that if I’m in the bathroom she should be in the bathroom, as well. Unfortunately this morning I made the mistake of closing the bathroom door before she realized where I was.

Soon she was tapping against the bathroom door and meowing pitifully, but I was taking care of business and couldn’t stop to cross the room and open the door. Before long, she was shoving toys underneath the door.

I believe she thinks she’s sacrificing her toys to save me.

Peace, people.

A Time to Dance; A Time to Cry

I was so full of myself after finishing my first manuscript that I immediately began writing another. Actually, I have two going. One’s a sequel to book one and the other is a light romance. I’m still not sure how book one should be classified. Quirky, maybe. Is “quirky” a genre? If not, it should be.

The light romance is set in the panhandle of Texas, so to keep me in the mood I’ve been listening to country music. Alexa has begun to anticipate my needs, and for some reason Amazon is sending me ads for western wear. What a world, eh?

Occasionally, Alexa will play a song that forces me to get up and dance. Not to brag, but no one two-steps with an invisible partner as well as I do. And waltzing? Fuggetabout it! I’m surprised no one’s yet knocked on my door to award me first place in the imaginary partner category.

Some songs make me cry, though, and instead of dancing I sit in front of my computer and cry. Most recently that song was this one by Vince Gill. It breaks my heart every time.

This might not be the best version of the song because Vince breaks down and cries, but it’s become my favorite. “Go Rest High On That Mountain”

Peace, people.

Scratching My Head

I’ve frequently purchased “Southern Living” magazine. “Home and Garden” is one I enjoy thumbing through, too. Oh, “House Beautiful” should get a mention, but “Garden & Gun?”

Really? I was almost tempted to buy the periodical just to see photos of people gardening with their guns. Maybe they use a pistol in place of a spade. Or a rifle as a hoe. My imagination has been titillated.

I’m not a gardener, but the essence of a garden is peace and life. To paraphrase Tina Turner, “What’s gun got to do with it?”

Peace, people.