By Rosemary Parkinson, Freelance WriterFIRST AND foremost, I could die, I really could die. It's not Henry Winkler of Fonz fame at Red Bones tonight for the launch of Annihilation of Fish. I made a mistake (last week's review). A case of an annihilated brain. I am not a Fonz aficionado but an Anthony C. Winkler adoring fan. I have slept with The Lunatic 'though my name is not Inga (or maybe it is). I have been at sea with Zachariah in The Painted Canoe 'though my name is not Carina (or maybe it is). I thank Charles Gillard of MacMillans for the correction. I don't even think that Fonz likes Fish. Far less Annihilated. So sorry. No Henry. No Fonz. Just Winkler, this evening at 6:30, Red Bones,. Anthony C. Winkler's Annihilation of Fish. All invited.
People on a busy schedule who have children, have raised children or are responsible for making the meals at home, devise many secret ways of preparing food.
This week I thought it would be fun to extricate some of these secret "hello-I-am-exhausted-so-this-is-what-you-get" recipes. I got the goods from four people who were willing to let the cat out of the bag:
"Those of us who refuse to risk and grow get swallowed up by life." Patty Hansen
