The spy book has me gripped.
It bogged down in the middle.
Then the author got involved in Watergate. Since he was a novelist as well as a spy, his story skillfully unfolded as he met G. Gordon Liddy, embarking on White House-assigned projects that may have been legally questionable, but felt perfectly normal to a CIA man who once organized the Bay of Pigs operation.
Then, as Watergate commences and builds in increments, he portrays small moments when he can feel that he's in a little bit of trouble, nothing big, he can clear it up soon. Then the trouble feels a little bigger, but he still doesn't get the whole picture. Then a reporter from the Washington Post calls and he's like, "Wait a minute. Why is this so interesting to you?" The sense of "Uh-oh" just grows.
For your recipe, here's what we enjoyed with soup and biscuits yesterday: Bacon-Cheddar Deviled Eggs
Skooby wasn't sure he liked his little taste of deviled egg, but the rest of us chowed down.
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