What's cooking: food, books, and local politics

If only I could go witching for a book plot in the same way my town witches for water...

Hi friends,

Mud season is ending and things are suddenly cooking here, literally and figuratively.

On the literal side: I’ve been cooking a lot, since I can’t get any food delivered. I’m like a sea captain’s widow, pacing by my upper windows, looking in vain for the DoorDash driver who will never come.

Luckily, I like to cook, and the pandemic primed me fo…