Speed-reading. And the better the story, the faster I read. I was the kid with the flashlight and stack of books in bed well after bedtime; I was also the kid who didn’t want to wake up in the morning.
Just because you love to do something doesn’t mean you’re necessarily good at it. And for me, it’s baking. I haven’t yet learned that “eyeing it” doesn’t go over well in baking, but I’m not giving up. My one success, however, is a honey challah bread recipe I’ve been perfecting for months. I think it’s almost ready for prime time.
I had the pleasure of meeting a dancing, pan-handling monkey in Lisbon.