Last night I hosted Book Club at our house.
(One only need do this once a year. Our little club meets every other month and there are about ten women, max, so one need only clean dust bunnies every year, unless someone else comes to visit in-between. Remember when Ms. Heather and Mr. Tony came to visit last month? Dust bunnies were cleaned then. However, as a book club member pointed out: it gets dark here in the Northwoods early. No one can see dust bunnies anyway! A quick dust, vacuum, la de da, and pour the wine for the gals! No one looks around twice with appraising eyebrows.)
I served (ha ha, the poor things didn’t know) Detox food! They ate curried sweet potato soup and broccoli-garbanzo salad except I didn’t have broccoli and substituted Napa cabbage instead.
Unfortunately, the first book club member who tasted the soup yelped. I kid not. She gasped, “What is in this?” “Curry,” I replied patiently. ”I can’t eat anything this hot!” she panted. I dutifully gave her water. The other eight members of book club seemed to like it. Darn, why can’t we ever have a consensus about anything?
Guess who came to our Book Club? Yes, you’ve guessed, you astute readers. Barry came. I invited him to sit in a chair and he joined us women for the entire 3 1/2 hours. He’s still grieving his best buddy at work who died unexpectedly in her office chair on Thursday. He really didn’t seem to want to be alone. I found him a beer and he seemed to temporarily forget his sorrows as we ate taco chips and dip, a delightful snap pea salad created by Ruth, and pistachio cool whip dessert.
I invited Ruth for the first time. Ruth sometimes stops by this blog, so I cherish her mightily. She also had two knee replacements at the same time as Barry, so we’ve all bonded. She arrived with a pile of books including “Tear Soup” which helps folks when they’re grieving.
We laugh a lot during book club. We all treat each other tenderly, even though some members call other members (*sniff!*) weird. We argue cheerfully over book tastes. We share about our trials & tribulations in the real world. We’re an eclectic (I purposely did not type “weird”) crew of individuals who have joined together every-other-month for the past five or ten years.
Many have left our fold. Several have joined. The majority of members drink–are you ready for this?–sweet Blackberry Merlot. I decline, being a dry Chardonnay purist. However, they’ve left me half a bottle. If it keeps snowing I may just have to plug my nose and drink…
OK, dear readers, GUESS what else has happened via a Book Club member? One of our group has emailed me (bless her beautiful heart!) photos of wild animals captured on a wildlife camera. She’s a wildlife biologist and I begged, pleaded and convinced her to share her booty with Lake Superior Spirit. She agreed!
I am going to share these never-before-seen photos of bear, eagles, coyotes and other wild animals with you very very soon!
In the meantime, my beloved husband has gone ice fishing on the Keweenaw Bay and I am still washing dishes after Book Club. If we had more than ten members, it would be impossible to feed everyone without paper plates.
If you like hot curry sweet potato soup, stop by for supper. OK, only two of you can stop by for supper. I’ll feed the rest of you sweet Blackberry Merlot…