Pork Tenderloin with orange/onion salsa

The smoke alarm in our house erupts screaming just about every time I saute or bake at high temperature. Tonight was no exception. The cats hate it and hide. The fan over the stove is, shall we say, inadequate.

But the pork tenderloin, which cooks in a 500 degreen oven, was luscious, and the salsa gives it a big burst of flavor. We had rice and green beans which made a nice meal, and the pork is such good, lean protein that one feels virtuous. Some of these diet meals are quite edible.

I've been tweaking the opening pages of three different books, based on the course I'm taking on "beginnings." I have been doing everything wrong. I had the world's greatest opening line but it didn't fit into the book. Others are way too tepid.

I think I've fixed Promiscuous Mode and maybe even Festival Madness, and now I'm working on the California book, and I'm not unhappy with World of Mirrors, although it needs someone to love it. Well, someday.

Thisbe has ventured into the downstairs which is Annie's territory, and there will be a cat confrontation any moment.

I'm baking a lemon pound cake tomorrow for a get-together on Tuesday. If the cake is spectacular, I'll print the recipe. I've had it around for ages, but never made it, the fate of far too many recipes. If I cooked everything I clipped, we would both weigh 300 pounds.

More Jane Austen tonight. The lead character, Fanny, looked a little too modern for the role. But like all Jane Austen, tender and fun.

Onward,

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