Last week, when I was posting the final episode of China’s serial short story, I forgot to schedule it. An hour after it was supposed to drop into your inbox, I realized that I hadn’t done what I thought I distinctly remembered doing and did it.
Whew. Only an hour late. (Did you notice?)
Easy to make that mistake, I tell myself—the Substack platform is complicated. Lots of bells to ring and whistles to blow. But still . . .
The week before, my husband brought up a trip we took together, to New Orleans. He reminded me where we’d stayed and a special treat we’d enjoyed—Bananas Foster, at Brennan’s on Royal Street in the French Quarter. I couldn’t remember anything about that trip except for a pouring rain (which isn’t at all unusual for New Orleans, where I lived for a few years, so maybe I made it up. The rain, that is).
But Bananas Foster? Who could forget all that flambé and flourish?
But wait! There’s more . . .
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