Blue skies, a neighbor saying something about big dogs, a pressing question about bacon and eggs, and a woman walks by with a chef’s hat.
Red snapper cerviche, cold water.
More immediately: Up to page 78 in the editing process, and today there’s the hope of hitting 150. Tough with folks who want to tell me their life stories.
The culinary challenge: Remnants of chicken fried in shortening and a couple of patties.