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By the time I had the cup of pomegranate pizzaz tea made, I had talked myself into adding 3 Lorna Doone shortbread cookies to the paper plate cookie tray. After curling back up in my recliner, I picked up the current Reader’s Digest. The Reader’s Digest, and Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine are two of my favorite literary treats. Each time I read them, I am reminded it was my father who first introduced me to those treats. Though elderberry wine might seem the perfect accompaniment to Alfred Hitchock, I usually content myself with mint tea and 100 calorie pack chocolate chip crisps.

I thought the pomegranate pizzaz herbal tea and cookies went perfectly with the artwork and story article entitled, Secrets to a Healthy Heart Guide on this month’s Reader’s Digest. Though my tea and cookies fueled mind did find it a bit odd Paula, every recipes starts with a pound of butter Deen, was featured in a story right beneath it. I pondered the irony of that while I took a sip of my tea. Then as I took another bite of a cookie, I opened the magazine up. My leisurely trip through its page proved to be as entertaining and informative as always.

The jokes and funny stories are a humorous little jaunt that never fail to lift the corners of my mouth in a smile as I read them. And as always, in direct contrast to the humor, there are stories containing tear jerking pathos. There are also stories and articles that remind us the real heros in life are ordinary people, who do extraordinary things. It is the sheer variety that flickers through its pages as I flip my way through them that makes the Reader’s Digest one of my favorite literary treats. It’s just as much fun for me to read, but a lot more reliable in content than The National Enquirer.

The tea and cookies had acted rather like an appetizer. By the time I had consumed them, and journeyed halfway through the magazine, I was craving a more substantial meal. I fulfilled that craving with a triple cheese and macaroni cup, thick slices of cheesy garlic toast, and a glass of iced peach tea. I completed the journey through the Reader’s Digest, then turned on the television and watched a previously taped new episode of CSI Miami. I’ve really come to like the DVR function of my Dish TV system, and have it set up to tape new episodes of all my favorite shows so I can watch them at my own convenience.

As I watched my favorite CSI team solve the mystery of who shot the rich race horse owner with a special gun normally used to put down injured race horses, I noted that although the episode was enjoyable, Dick Francis had already done a similar murder long ago in a story of his entitled, Bolt. After that episode of CSI Miami was over I began flipping through channels, and when I saw Volcano was playing on Encore, decided a good disaster movie was a perfect way to end the day. The combination of tea, cookies, macaroni and cheese, garlic toast, and tv shows resulted in a strange dream that night in which Horatio and his team solved a fiery murder, while Tommy Lee Jones saved them all from a volcano that had sprung up in downtown Miami.