For the last several nights I’ve been reading–and enjoying–Bonny Wolf’s Talking with My Mouth Full. I read the chapter on kitchen disasters to my not-so-foodie sweetie, laughing so hard I could barely get the words out.
It’s excellent bedtime reading–satisfying, like the comfort food she writes about in one chapter. The chapters are short, so disciplined folks can eat “just enough,” while the rest of us zoom on ahead and soon the popcorn bowl is empty.
I’m pleased with myself that I was able to restrain myself enough to leave a few chapters for tonight’s enjoyment before taking TWMMF back to the library.