Strictly speaking, this is a game day/movie night/rainy reading day/I want a snack-snack. I’ve made it today for the family Big Game party, which, frankly, I’m probably going to spend playing Parkitect. (Someday I’ll wax rhapsodic on my love of theme park games.) Basically, it’s all of my favorite snacks put together, always good for a self-indulgent sort of day.
Amounts are whatever’s available or adjust to taste.
raw, shelled almonds
raw, shelled walnuts
white chocolate chips
Dump into a big bowl. Stir. Eat with something fizzy to drink.
I’m kind of between stories at the moment, trying to figure out what’s next and all that, so this week I’m going to give you one sentence from six stories.
They might have stared at each other for hours if the barista hadn’t cleared her throat and said, “Seventeen eighty-two,” in the tone of someone who knew they were interrupting but had business to carry out.
He knew little about Willa Emerson, but it seemed to him the ring would suit her perfectly — pretty, not overly elaborate, classic.
They smiled at each other, shyly, and at Julian’s side it was Archer’s turn to look exasperated.
He’d come a long way from the gawky kid Orin had known, all elbows and knees, whose grace was only visible when you put a bat in his hands and placed him in front of a ball.
“I don’t think I’ve seen him sleeping since he was in elementary school.”
“Okay, so Siri said this is the closest coffee shop to my apartment and I have to start my morning with coffee, and of course the movers were late so I haven’t even unpacked my coffee maker yet, so can you tell me how to get to the Ely College campus from here with minimal turns because I have zero sense of dir–“