Three character foodie facts:
1.John will only use honey, preferably locally grown honey in his coffee.
2.Willow likes spicy foods but didn't learn to cook until she was nearly 40.
3. Rider has a sweet tooth but because he is health conscious, he doesn't indulge, though there’re two things he can’t resist: homemade chocolate fudge icing and brownies right out of the oven.
John nodded. “It’ll do. Can I have a cup of coffee? It’ll be nice to drink it without feeling like my heart is going to burst out of my chest.”
Willow fixed them both a cup of coffee, then brought her own meal out on a tray. “How is it?” She asked as he was swirling his bread in the bottom of the bowl, trying to get the last drop.
“If this doctor thing doesn’t work out, you can always get a job as a chef,” he teased.
She laughed. “Since I can cook maybe a dozen things, I think I’d better stick with my day job.”
People have often asked me why I don’t write about my adventures raising six sons. I have to admit that I prefer to write their stories as fiction because no one believes the stuff they put me through if I tell it as fact. In fiction I can clean my boys up a little when I like them and make them the heroes of my stories and if they’ve pissed me off, I can make them the villains. It’s been a running joke around our house that mom will put you in her book and kill you off on page fifty, but some know they’re the smelly corpse discovered in the ditch at the very beginning of the story. Heck, it’s not even a threat anymore. My grandkids are begging to be put in my books and even telling me how I can kill them off. I mean really, where’s the threat in that? We put the fun in dysfunctional, what can I say? I have long conversations with my children and grandchildren about blowing things up and how to get rid of bodies. The holidays are never boring around our house.