“Poncho was in a red mood slanging with rage and needed to cook himself out of it , while shoving handfuls of salted peanuts down his gullet and slurping ice cold Fanta”

“It's impossible to be unhappy while wearing a poncho!”

“Be subtle, various, ornamental, clever,And do not listen to those critics everWhose crude provincial gullets crave in booksPlain cooking made still plainer by plain cooks.”

“Stop!" I sent my open hand sailing and slapped Talbot across his face. He let go of the spear and stared down at me-that rage burning in his eyes. Then he blinked and clutched his palm over the red hand-shaped mark I'd left on his face. "What was that for!" "He submitted.Let.Him.Go.”

“When dawn spread its cool clear flush over the meadows and fields and thorny pastures to the north and east, Duane pulled an old lawn chair out of the cabin and sat down to watch, cradling a cup of coffee in his hands. It was chilly enough that he threw an old poncho over his lap.”

“Usually my form of turning someone down was shoving a stake through his heart while smirking, Gotcha!”