I think it’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve posted an RV friendly recipe. This, like my others, is quick, simple, and tasty. It’s a slam dunk for those who like frittatas, but don’t care for the prep work … Continue reading
It’s been a while since I updated you on my travels. As you know, I’m currently touring the southern part of our country making appearances for my latest novel. So far, it’s been terrific!
When last I wrote, I was still in Indianapolis completing the recording of the audiobook version of Mirage. After a couple of glitches – – one day of technical difficulties and another where my voice turned on me and I sounded like Wolfman Jack, we conquered these mini mountains and completed the task at hand last Friday. Of course, my little Lola was the perfect lady throughout the recording sessions.
On Saturday, before leaving Indiana, I had the opportunity to see one of my cousins that I haven’t seen in 14 years. He took me to Cerulean, a wonderfully eclectic restaurant that he knew would be right up my alley. If you’re ever in the Indianapolis area, I highly recommend you visit at least once. Though I looked like a tourist, I couldn’t resist snapping pics uncontrollably – – here are just a few:
I left IN and spent a couple of days in Illinois and Missouri.
In Effingham, IL, I was able to view the world’s largest cross. It’s quite beautiful, and unfortunately, the photo doesn’t capture all of that beauty.
The next stop on my journey was to Little Rock for a photo shoot with my photographer of nearly 10 years, Lamont Campbell and visits to a few local book stores. I just about fell in love with this cozy literary haven, Wordsworth Books and Company.
I visited Little Rock Marketplace and climbed Pinnacle Mountain while I was there, as well.
Alas, my Little Rock adventure came to an end, and I had to move on to my next stop in Tennessee. So, here I am getting a bit of rest and preparing for my next book signings in Memphis on Friday and Saturday. I do plan to do a bit of sightseeing, and as always, photos will follow!
Alas, I’ve started my journey! Before my first book signing in the south, I will spend the next few days in IN recording my latest novel on CD. I had several requests while at my MN signing, and of course, I always aim to please! It was a great honor to even be asked.
I spent my first night at a Flying J in New Haven — can you say, RVers dream?!?” Filled up the necessary tanks, emptied the others, watched a bit of telly, and had a very peaceful sleep. I was very tempted to get a bite at Huddle House, but I stayed on the healthy side and cooked instead.
Here a pics of the places I called home last weekend in New Baltimore, Belleville and White Lake, MI. Please take note of Jacob’s Boots and Saddles – – gotta LOVE small town life 🙂 This will be my last taste of the north for a while as I will be heading to the southern states in just a couple of days! Like the old saying goes, “I’m always at home wherever I roam!”
It’s been nearly two months since I spent my first night in the RV. Although I have running water, I haven’t used it for cooking or drinking because I just didn’t trust the water supply from campgrounds and truck stops. Probably worrying over nothing, but whatever. Instead, I’ve used bottled and distilled water by the gallon. Needless to say, although inexpensive when compared to overall grocery tabs, the expense can add up if I continue this practice over the course of time. To alleviate this monthly budget line item, I purchased a Brita Filter. Excited to install it and discontinue purchasing the bottled water (which also utilizes space that can be used for other items,) I ripped the box open, attempted to twist it on my fairly new faucet, and quickly found that I have the strangest sized aerator ever created.
I made multiple trips to Home Depot and Lowe’s to find the correct aerator adapter, and stumped all of the sales associates when nothing they carried would fit. I even contacted Brita and they sent me a number of adapters with full confidence that one would work. Nope – – not even one was the right size. Refusing to be frustrated any further, I purchased a Delta Bar Faucet, even less expensive than the first one. To my pleasurable surprise, this one is not only taller than the first, but it also swivels – – good stuff! As well, the Brita connected flawlessly without the need for an adapter. I tasted my first glass of clear, crisp faucet water in my old Gypsy Rider and said goodbye to hauling 24 packs of bottled water and gallons of distilled water. I’m getting this mobile life down to a science!
When I decided to purchase the Rialta, I was sold on every aspect except for the fact that I would have no oven (well, there’s a microwave, but that doesn’t count…) The idea that I would be unable to bake did not settle well by any means. Well, lo and behold, I found a solution. After much suspicion, I purchased an Omnia Oven. I couldn’t believe that what appeared to be a typical bundt pan would allow me to bake without a convection oven. I ordered it anyway, and although I was still suspect when I felt how light the box was when it arrived, I immediately made a blueberry quick bread. Well, my doubt has waned and my skeptical tongue has been silenced! In a matter of 40 minutes, I was feasting on warm blueberry bread with cinnamon honey butter that I whipped up while my Omnia was working it’s magic. Granted, it doesn’t produce a well browned top as it would in an oven, but that’s a very small concession when I can still bake cookies and rolls and quiches… oh my! So, I’ve got buttermilk biscuits on right now, and plan on being in brownie heaven tonight. This life just keeps getting better and better!
Settled once again at one of my favorite spots in White Lake, MI, I was pleased to find that my little friends found me. These two feathery characters wander around this area together constantly. They cause no trouble, and barely … Continue reading
I’ve read many times, that besides their obvious function, lighthouses symbolize a beacon beckoning people back home. More personally, in the history of African Americans who were once enslaved, the lighthouse searched for near the Ohio River meant freedom and hope.
As I look at the lighthouse in front of me this morning, I’m reminded of unwavering optimism, life on steady ground and a sense of home. It’s just lovely.