The only thing around my place that eats endive, is the squirrels.
Meh, they can have it.
Endives are fine, if they're used in the right things.
Now I'm beginning to wonder if dear old sweet Lu is ill or something, and couldn't post her usual one-sentence original topic and run away.
On that, she's exactly like the big guy in Bellevue; both of them apparently think that just by "being," they're a gift to the rest of us, that they don't have to do anything else.
I wonder if she treats her husband, old bewhiskered Bill in faded overalls, that way.
Which has now given me an idea for a new story.
I have to first read up on what life's like in the southern Appalachians, say around western North Carolina, to make it credible, because I've never been there; dear old sweet Lu might not like it, but it's her own fault, she being the way she is, supposing she has no responsibilites in her job as hostess of the cooking and baking forum.
Don't get me wrong, as I like dear old sweet Lu, but she has a too-high opinion of herself, thinking she doesn't have to do any work.