The light is strange here this morning. Perhaps it’s just the time change, but the leaves of the trees just outside my window as I type are sherbet and gold and raspberry, backlit by rain cloud.
My weekend has been and will be a combo of fatigue-daze and Hild-days. Plus food. Always food. Yesterday was nut and lentil loaf, with a lovely white white and mushroom sauce. We watched Regarding Henry and I just spent the two hours watching Harrison Ford playing a man whose brain has been pulverised, nodding to myself. All novelists can imagine how it feels to get shot in the head and feel muddled and then shot through the sub-clavian artery and feel drained. Wuss, I thought. We do it every day.
Today’s food? Well, that’s a mystery right now–or, as we say in our house, a strong literary work with wide popular appeal. Yes, another writer’s joke. Yes, I’m going now. Have a wonderful day. Enjoy your extra hour. Hurt only bad people.
Nicola Griffith 
I thought the same thing this morning – strange, but intriguing light. The colors almost look edible in this light.
I never heard of a nut loaf until you mentioned it once before. Interesting.
And I am enjoying my extra hour very much! Yay! I've decided we should get a bonus hour at least once a month.
Leftover Indian breakfast, but what is lunch's secret?
Jennifer, this time of year makes me think of food wherever I look. I spent my days in a half dream of elk and rabbit and mushrooms and huckleberries and parsnip soup…
mordicai, I haven't had Indian food for about a month. What is wrong with me??
I fell in love with Annette Bening in that movie.
It was interesting seeing them both twenty years younger.