As a matter of fact, yes, that is a giant bread snail.
After I e-mailed off the first chapter, I felt it best to go shopping. I ordered these, for schlepping and hauling assorted and sundry things around the property, then headed out to buy a gift for my recently turned 83 year-old grandmother, for whom Glenn and I are hosting a little family brunch tomorrow. He'll be making his famous crab cakes and I'll be firing up the oven for my famous carrot cake. We're heading on Sunday to the Mountain State Fair . I'm putting my money on the pig races. Who wouldn't?
So, apologies for the paultry amount of posts in August, but, as much as I hate saying it, I was too busy. Writing a book, hosting friends from Philadelphia for a week, going to Florida for my younger brother's wedding, heading to San Francisco a week later for the Slow Food Conference; you get the gist of it. I'm around for now, though. Typing, baking cakes, and betting on pigs.