I Am Convinced There Is Magic

Louise and I are on our way to the airport we are flying to London, England.  We will be visiting our son and his wife.  It will be a lot of fun.  I am excited about seeing everything Beatles, (I guess that dates me some what).

This probably sounds a bit cheesy, but we are taking a train to Liverpool and booked tickets for the “Magical Mystery Tour.”  This is one hour short of the three-hour tour that created the adventures of Gilligan and the Skipper.  I am excited to see all the places they will take us.  Yes, the bus is cheesy too.



See what I mean.  I do not care I am going full on tourist on this Magical ride.  My son may slide down in his seat and cover his face, but he is still going to do it.  That ‘a boy!



Hey Are You In There?

On several occasions and discussions with people, one of the questions inevitably asked. “How much of you is written into your stories?”  The first thing I as an author writes about is what I know. We write about our experiences. In fiction, I write about wrongs I would like to make right. The guy gets the girl, the hero or heroine wins in the end. The question is how much of my personality shows up throughout the story.

In my first novel, “The Van Gogh Agenda” there are many of my emotions tucked in parts of the story. Only those that really know me might pick out a few of them, but only I know where they are.  In the case of my protagonist, Tony Woods there are microscopic pieces of me in his personality.  For instance, I created him, his early childhood, and his longing to be back home in Wyoming as part of my draw to that state.  In the story, I gave him a weak personality.  He has given up on life. The story takes a turn and he has to face not only his own inconsistencies, but he has to deal with a life and death situation.

Tony grows and makes decisions that will change his life forever.   He has many talents that slowly start to come out when they are needed most.  Tony faces his situation much like most of us do when we are depressed or when we just do not care.  He shrugs his shoulders.  The Van Gogh Agenda places him in dangerous situations where he has to make decisions beyond his life’s experiences. From deep within his soul there is a different person he did not know existed.  If you read my story, you will see what I mean.

One other question has been asked many times, “Do you use your friends personalities in your stories?” I have never used anyone I know in my stories. There are at times bits and pieces of several people I know that fits in the story I am telling.  I purposely do not base any character on someone I know.  It is more interesting to use combined traits and create a hybrid actor.  As I often have said, it is supposed to be fiction after all.

The History of Pancakes (Why This Is Important)

History of Pancakes

 Pancakes are ancient food.  The word pancakes appears in print as early as 1430. Pancakes may have been around since Neolithic humans domesticated einkorn wheat, ground it into flour mixed with bird’s egg and goat’s milk and poured the batter on a heated rock.

It happened before there were pans and long before ovens.  The ancient cooks dropped a little gruel on a hot rock of campfire, resulting in thin cakes that were tastier than plain gruel or cakes cooked directly in the embers of the fire.

Perhaps because of this ancient lineage, pancakes are associated with rituals in many countries – Shrove Tuesday, Candlemas, and Chanukah to name a few.

From these rudimentary beginnings sprang a vast array of bread and pancakes, but the two were originally the same.

The ancient Greeks used griddles to cook a flat loaf drizzled with honey called ‘kreion’ and cakes of soft cheese.

The Romans as revealed in the cookbook by Apicius made dishes similar to modern pancakes.

Medieval pancakes, frequently made form barley or rye and lacking leavening, were relatively heavy affairs.  They were quite different from contemporary fluffy or tender versions.

Pancake Day is another name for Shrive Tuesday, from the custom of eating pancakes on this day, still generally observed.

Shrive is an old Saxon word, of which shrove is a corruption and signifies confession.

The custom of dining on pancakes on Shrove Tuesday is Roman Catholic origin that on the day when all rejoiced alike in the forgiveness of their sins, all should feast alike on the same simple dish.  The pancakes were prepared, denoted by the ringing of the ‘pancake bell’ from the church tower.

Pancakes are an essential part of a classic American breakfast.  One of George Washington’s breakfast foods were pancakes that literally dripped in maple syrup.  He would plunge each piece of his pancake under the syrup, sopping it good before he ate it.

Pancakes somehow evolved to be exclusively Sunday morning or overnight-guest breakfast fare.  Since they are easy to make and there are so many different ways to prepare them, pancakes are a favorite’s hearty food to cook for a crowd.

The first colonial settlers were taught by local Native American to make griddlecakes from Rhode Island Narragansett maize.  These griddlecakes soon became a staple, known among the settlers as johnnycakes.

Pancakes prevailed as the household bread in homes with no ovens, only an open hearth.

Why am I sharing pancake history you ask?   Well it so happens I woke up this morning and with a sponsored pancake breakfast later today I decided to do a little background check on where this cake came from.  This is what authors do we research everything.

Some day during a writing session this research will spill out and smoothly be explained by one of my characters why he is looking down at his shirt with slight disdain as a bite of pancake with blueberry syrup is sliding down his shirt on a first date with Beverly.

http://www.world-foodhistory. com