I say I do not learn because tonight is my hometown launch party at Foxtale Book Shoppe up in Woodstock, and guess who is catering it? Did you guess me? Because it is me.
So yesterday I made FIFTEEN DOZEN heart shaped sugar cookies which I iced, one by one, and then topped lovingly with hot pink sprinkles. Then I made ANOTHER FIFTEEN DOZEN Chewy Chocolate Drop cookies that I dipped in homemade ganache, and then cut up a ton of fruit to soak overnight in the gallons of Sangria I made. Meanwhile, Scott grilled enough corn to make a metric buttload of Southern Living Salsa. (BY THE WAY: “Buttload” is an official scientific measurement term, and does not imply in ANY way that the salsa contains butt or any buttlike materials. The salsa contains things like lime juice and black beans and cilantro and avocado, and it is awesome.) Today I am cutting up an entire farmer’s market for crudités and fruit and cheese platters while Scott cooks meatballs.And yes, I did get out my Bundt pan and make the well behaved southern girl’s ubiquitous frozen fruit ring for the Family Friendly non-sangria punch. Because I was Raised Right. And have hosted umpty thousand showers.
The last time I had a launch part in my hometown was for gods in Alabama. It was at Owl’sTree bookstore, and the owner of that shop, Miss Virginia, who was well into her 80’s then, retired soon after. Since I had no hometown bookstore, I didn’t have a party for Between or TGWSS.
For the gods party, I did all the food myself, and NOW, NOW, dragging around the bleary eyed and never wanting to see another cookie in my life and desperate to find a way to believe it is nutritious to have sangria for breakfast, I distinctly remember saying to Scott, about 50 thousand times, NEVER LET ME DO THIS AGAIN. IF WE HAVE A LAUNCH PARTY, LET’S CATER IT, OR GO TO SAM’S CLUB AND GET PREMADE SAUSAGE AND CHEESECUBE TRAYS. ANYTHING, BUT NEVER NEVER AGAIN WILL WE TRY TO COOK FOR EVERYONE WE LOVE WHILE I AM BOOK TOURING.
Did I mention I have to catch a 5 am flight tomorrow?
I don’t learn.
If you live local, please come eat these freakin’ cookies as I already can’t fit in any of my pants (THANKS, SURGERY!) and I am nerved up enough to hoover the platters down whole. Thank you.
If you live FAR, let’s play a game. You know I do 3 question interviews with authors whose books I have enjoyed here on FTK. Usually there are prizes associated. SO. Since I can’t ask ME stuff, let’s play this differently.
Leave a question for me in the comments. It can be about writing in general, Backseat Saints in particular, cookie recipes, Schubert, Mr. Husband, anything. Any question at all. I will pick at LEAST three to answer. If I choose to answer your question, I will mail you a signed hardback first edition of ANY of my four novels. You pick. So.
Don’t fret if you feel stymied — ask anything. ASK HOW MY DAY WAS. Because In an entirely separate event, all question-askers will be entered into a random drawing for a CD copy of the BACKSEAT SAINTS audio book. and two more will get a signed hardback first edition of any of my books, including gods in Alabama or Backseat Saints. GO!