65 Quotes by Amy E. Reichert

Never love anyone who treats you like you're ordinary.-Oscar Wilde

She pointed at Eva's sundae. "At least try it. Wilson's has the best. You can't say you've been to Door County unless you've had their ice cream."Eva scraped off a bite of whipped cream and ate it. She paused to enjoy the sweetened topping. It had been a long time since she'd had ice cream. She took a bigger spoonful, one that had butterscotch and marshmallow on it. Bliss.

This batch is called Fudge, and you'll find it goes surprisingly well with ice cream."Sanna took a sip and ate another bite, so Eva did the same, skeptical that a hard cider would go well with dessert. She sipped the dark amber liquid, which had a lazy effervescence. It was sweet, and the subtle fruit notes enhanced those in the hot fudge and vanilla. There wasn't any bitterness or dryness to confuse the taste buds. Closer to a port, really, but easier to drink.

I'm not interested in an old-fashioned. My last old-fashioned left me for a craft mocktail.

He set a jar next to her elbow- sriracha bacon jam. Brave man, to try spicy again. Gina smiled."This won't even be difficult." She slathered the jam on two pieces of thick white bread, then topped each side with American cheese slices, giving one slice a scoop of macaroni and cheese.

Ray picked up a slice of summer sausage and chewed, taking a deep breath when some heat kicked in."Watch out for that one. It's chili-spiked. Eat some cheese," Rick said.Ray broke off a hunk of crumbling aged cheddar that had come from a nearby dairy. When he bit into it, tiny crystals popped on his tongue."Five years?" he guessed."Six.""It's good." The cheese coated his tongue and eased the worst of the heat.

I refuse to be linguistically constrained by dictionary writers.

Bacon, chocolate, and caramel- those were all things May liked. Maybe after she fried the bacon, she could crumble it into caramel and drizzle that on top of her favorite brownie recipe. She set to baking.Once the brownies were done and glazed with the bacon caramel, she cut a huge slab out of the corner and slid it onto a plate, burning herself on the gooey, piping-hot concoction.

She sipped her old-fashioned. Sweet and light, with notes of orange and the herb-spice flavor of bitters, all of it balanced with the subtle burn of brandy. It tasted like Wisconsin. It tasted like home.