Every day the past week I’ve been working on editing the most exciting recipe collection we’ve ever had–right now, it’s a 265-page compilation of my readers’ favorite healthy recipes. With photography, it’s going to probably be TWO VOLUMES of amazing recipes. Main dishes, desserts, breakfasts, sauces, soups, dips, crackers, smoothies, and SO much more. I hope to hand it off to Deb, for the next level of editing, before I leave for Idaho Falls today.
I keep thinking, as I edit, “Ooh, I want to try that one!” Editing is making me HUNGRY! (Being the control freak that I am, I’m editing mostly to make sure there are no ingredients in recipes that I don’t approve of; I’m making substitutions where necessary. Then Deb will take another swipe at language—some of y’all are really chatty as you write directions, LOL!)
One recipe that I’d forgotten about, that I used to make, was that famous old “Lou’s Tonic,” which made an appearance in my life the next day.
I watched part of my 17-y.o. son’s baseball game Mon. night before I had to race off to another child’s team meeting.
He got home at midnight and came in my room to give me the play-by-play of how he pitched the entire game, with 14 strikeouts. He likes to physically act out how some of his more spectacular plays actually LOOKED. And how he’s now hit 90 mph on his fastball, and his curve was really working—“so dirty,” he called it.
(And, update: my former steroid baby is now closing in on 6’4″–I’m so thankful and gratified every time I think about the disastrous direction we were headed, that good nutrition averted.)
He was sitting on my bed holding my hand, and I said, “You’re shaking like a leaf! What’s up?”
He said, “I’m sick! I drank THREE bottles of water out of the cooler in the dugout before someone told me it had been sitting there for 3 weeks.”
The rest of this story tomorrow…..