Strictly-speaking, it was pre-Valentine dessert, a gift from our favourite neighbour, Vicki. Cherry tart, with handmade Cognac chocolate truffles. Pretty damn good after meatloaf, mashed potatoes, carrots and peas. First course was beer. (Creative writing students: rewrite that paragraph, with particular attention to narrative grammar.)
I’d had a tremendously pent-up day: writing, writing, writing (which is good) but writing about not killing people (huh) and not having sex (poor Hild). Beer and food made everything magically better. And, hey, I’m thinking that in honour of Valentine’s day today I might write a wedding. A twisty wedding, of course, because pure happiness doesn’t make for good Story. Heh heh. Ooh, and then some war!
I swear, Hild’s narrative grammar is better than this blog post.
Happy Valentine’s day, all.
Nicola Griffith 
Cherry tarts, with handmade Cognac chocolate truffles were a pre-Valentine dessert gift from our favourite neighbour, Vicki. Pretty damn good after meatloaf, mashed potatoes, peas, and carrots.
Those cherry tarts look lovely and delicious. While I'm not a fan of peas and carrots, I do enjoy meatloaf, mashed potatos, and beer.
Those look delicious. I've decided to go on a diet again so I'm not eating stuff like this. Then when I come to work, I see that coworkers have brought V-Day doughnuts. Thus far, I've resisted.
tranceptor, I love the brightly-coloured childishness of orange and green and white and rich dark brown, followed by bright red. Makes me beam.
Michael, good luck with the diet. Meanwhile, I will be gorging myself on delicious fattening things. Nom nom nom!
Wow. Hand made trufflles!