An ideal day for Gluttony. Snacks, canned food, baked goods, candy bars, bottled water, beer, wine … all of it is piled on millions of kitchen counters as Hurricane Sandy bears down on us. I gaze at the mountain of apples on our table and think of pie, cobbler, danishes, turnovers. I don’t know how to make ANY of those things, and the apples are meant to last the week should we lose power. But there they are, shiny and crispy and HEAPED.
It’s a deadly Monday, and Cheryl Wilder tackles Gluttony in her writing life and ours. Serve yourself!
Suzanne Farrell Smith 