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Next month is the Pacific Northwest Booksellers Association convention in the Seattle area, at which I am to be one of 20 authors talking about our books to convention-goers at a dinner event. Actually, we are to be dinner entertainment, going from table to table in 20-minute rotations, talking about why they should feature our books in their stores.

Yes, I am dreading this. But it's a great opportunity I'd be silly to pass up just because I'm still too Amish to brag up my own stuff. My friend Rachel is coaching me so I don't say, "You don't really want to get this book, do you?"

Anyway. Before that we get to eat dinner. Tomorrow I need to fax them and let them know which of the following entrees I prefer:

--Sage Roasted Pork Belly & roasted pear tomato sauce on toasted jumbo couscous with braised escarole & roasted shallots
--Herb Roasted Chicken Breast with a rosemary sauce, & mashed potatoes, roasted onions, carrots & seasonal squash
--Vegetarian Pear & Gorgonzola Ravioli with yellow beets, pears, grapes, gorgonzola & pine nuts

You know, sometimes I forget that there's actually a parallel universe out there where people eat like this. We, on the other hand, had this for supper:

--boiled new potatoes from the garden with butter and parsley, cooked green beans (also from the garden), and meatballs with a ketchupy oniony sauce.

And here I thought I was getting all gourmet by sprinkling parsley on the potatoes.

Quote of the Day:
"Yum yum."
--Steven, when I read the above choices to the kids