Yummy!

Depending on where in the world you live–and this is a pretty international bunch–it’s morning, noon, afternoon, or perhaps the middle of the night.  Here in LA, aka Lower Alabama, it’s mid-morning on Sunday and could be classified as brunch time, which could mean a nice vegetable quiche or a hashbrown casserole, or flaky buttermilk biscuits with spicy patty sausage or country ham . . .

Map of USA with Alabama highlighted (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Yep, I live in the lower half of that pretty red state you see on this map, right between Mississippi and Georgia, bordered by Tennessee and Florida.

 Life being short, I subscribe to the “eat dessert first” ethos ( which is all too obvious from my excessive amount of padding). So enjoy some tangy lemon pie with sweet, light-as-air meringue that melts in your mouth, a cup of coffee (sugar and cream for me) and some Thorin. Because he looks pretty darned tasty, too.

Favorite Easter Candy & Our Own Sweet “Candy Man”

And there’s the always popular choccie Easter bunny. Are you an “ears first” or “tail first” consumer?

The longtime favorites, Peeps, but with a twist. It’s Star Trek peeps!

Robin's egg candy is the Easter version of malted milk balls. My husband's absolute fav.

Gustatory Pleasures with Mr. A . . .

John Mulligan pauses whilst enjoying his juicy steak for a little "fork porn."

Wow, I go away for a while to  try to sleep and mend (Even Worse Knee took the brunt of the last fall and is starting to kick up a fuss aided and abetted by the damp weather) and discover Monday turned out to be the day with the most hits so far! Good work, my darlings.

Now, back to Mr. A.

As I was contemplating what I would like to  eat this morning, having skipped lunch and supper yesterday, visions of Richard’s characters eating popped into my head. I love watching them eat and drink. They always seem to do it with such–gusto. I like to see a man enjoy his chow.

Whether it’s Sir Guy quaffing wine or scarping down prunes (prunes. The new sexy food), Lucas sipping champagne as Banker Pete or sucking the choccie frosting off his shapely thumb, Thornton enjoying a cuppa or John Mulligan and his “fork porn” . . . watching that stubbled jaw chewing, the bob of that tempting Adams’-apple as he swallows, the pursing and smacking of those lovely lips, tongue darting out to catch a morsel . . . I only regret I never got to see Sgt. Porter eat. You know a big, strapping soldier like that would certainly enjoy his victuals. So I made sure he was fed well in my fanfic. Let’s look at Mr. A’s characters enjoying good food and drink.

A prune-eating Glamour Guy is absolutely irresistible.