I wanted a sweetie during my luncheon, having spoiled my appetite with a leftover portion of steak from the Bonfire Pub and Grill. I ate that for breakfast at my desk, working and nibbling, the cold steak delightfully seasoned. Saving portions of lunch for later is key to guarding against weight gain. It might be working. Why do I use the word sweetie? I saw the play the Cripple of Innishman two weekends ago and those who have seen the brother picking out sweeties understand. So I am here at CIM, Culinary Institute of Michigan, savoring a cuppa dark roast and a raspberry ganache tartlet. I can see the obelisk that commemorates Muskegon's Civil War lost soldiers and sailors. In the Torrent House hangs a portrait that Charles Hackley commissioned of a local officer, a Captain I think, lost in a battle. It is a pleasure to reflect upon local history as one enjoys a break from the computer console, as I tap out sentences upon my smartphone's screen keyboard.
I guess we are beginning the beer tent season with the Jaycees Snowfest, although I usually don't make the beer tents until summer, my favorite the Michigan Irish Music Festival tents, redolent with scent of September grass bruised under a community of feet. I keep being resistant to being truly local to this town. My plans last night took me to Grand Rapids, and so my evening plans tend tonight.
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