@AnikaBrodie wrote:
@hullie wrote:
Cold here with snow this morning. Having a low key day too @Sweet Caroline 1 , glad you got your hot water back! I know when I built this townhouse and moved in the plumbers had set water temperature way too low for me on the water heaters citing "safety temperature ". I insisted the builder get them to adjust temperature higher.
Had an old favorite hamburger for lunch, Maid Rites, an Iowa restaurant that I copied the recipe from. My mom used to work there in her teens.
Going to snuggle in my recliner now and read a book. By the way @1Snickers I know you're a reader and for any of you others who are, I just finished a very good book, different but it kept me fascinated. It's an NPR book of the year called Black River Orchard. You should check it out in case it is in a genre that you enjoy. It made me want to pull an apple pie out of my freezer to bake, you'll laugh about that if you read the book.
@hullie
Thanks for the information on the book, Black River Orchard. Ed is an avid reader and I gave him a note on the book and author. He doesn't recall reading anything by Chuck Wendig but will check the village commons and the public library to see if he can find it. The Commons has a small library but is closed several days next week while new flooring is installed. Ed's favorite author is John Grisham and he is working on two of his books right now.
For now, Ed is working on a puzzle. Shelby's son, Steve, gave us a small patio table and I borrowed a 500 piece puzzle from the Commons. I thought the table was big enough but it isn't. There's not enough room to sort all the colors into different piles. So Ed borrowed about 6 of my lock&lock bowls filled with different colors! LOL. I hope he can finish it; I want my bowls back.
@AnikaBrodie Here is a description of the book.
AN NPR BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR
It’s autumn in the town of Harrow, but something besides the season is changing there.
Because in that town there is an orchard, and in that orchard, seven most unusual trees. And from those trees grows a new sort of apple: strange, beautiful, with skin so red it’s nearly black.
Take a bite of one of these apples, and you will desire only to devour another. And another. You will become stronger. More vital. More yourself, you will believe. But then your appetite for the apples and their peculiar gifts will keep growing—and become darker.
This is what happens when the townsfolk discover the secret of the orchard. Soon it seems that everyone is consumed by an obsession with the magic of the apples . . . and what’s the harm, if it is making them all happier, more confident, more powerful?
Even if something else is buried in the orchard besides the seeds of these extraordinary trees: a bloody history whose roots reach back to the very origins of the town.
But now the leaves are falling. The days grow darker. It’s harvest time, and the town will soon reap what it has sown.