|From the pudding chocolate chip recipe|
“I tell you, I’m going to do it,” Myrna was saying, sipping her hot chocolate.“No you’re not,” laughed Clara. “Every winter you say you will and you never do. Besides, it’s too late now.”“Have you seen the last-minute deals? Look.” Myrna handed her friend the Travel section from the weekend Montreal Gazette, pointing to a box.”
[…]“Every Saturday they had the same conversation. Comparing travel deals to beaches, choosing Caribbean cruises, debating the Bahamas versus Barbados, San Miguel de Allende versus Cabo San Lucas. Exotic locales far from the falling snow, the endless snow. Deep and crisp and even.And yet, they never went, no matter how tempting the deals. And Gabri knew why. Myrna, Clara, Peter knew why. And it wasn’t Ruth’s theory.“You’re all too fucking lazy to move.” Well, not entirely. Gabri sipped his café au lait and looked into the leaping flames, listening to the familiar babble of familiar voices. He looked across the bistro with its original beams, wide plank floor, mullioned windows, its mismatched, comfortable antique furniture. And the quiet, gentle village beyond.
No place could ever be warmer than Three Pines.”
|Café au lait from my favorite café... They have yummy bread and awful cookies!|
|Ingredients for the oatmeal chocolate chip|
“Peter, while an artist himself, wasn’t great at the “what if” conversations. He took them too literally and found himself stressed when Clara pointed out that for only fifteen thousand dollars they could upgrade to a Princess Suite on the Queen Mary 2. It was his cardio exercise for the day.”
I always think it's funny (to me) that while the Three Pines characters are dreaming of warm places and sunny skies, I'm frequently daydreaming of nice chilly mountain scenery. Three Pines actually would be on my list of top ten dream destinations. There are no beaches on my list.
“Gabri looked down at the coffee table, with their drinks and a plate of chocolate chip cookies and the thick Diane de Poitiers writing paper with its partly finished message. The same one he wrote every day and mailed, along with a licorice pipe.”
|These are the Nestle Toll House Chocolate Chip Cookies|
|These are the pudding ones|
|Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies|