Semi-Daily Scribbles

Over fed, flushed, bloated. Juanita fumbled with buttons beneath the crocheted tablecloth and sighed as she freed her belly from stretchless denim. Each year she vowed to wear a high-waisted dress, Regency-like, though second hand maternity would do just as well. Next year, for sure. Then she could eat and drink while a loose, billowy frock concealed her penchant for roasted delights — drippings, crisp skin, charred peelings, golden crust. What clung to the bottom of the pan was fair game when it came to Juanita and her holiday palate.