This is a light and moist meatloaf named after my 5 year old grandson, Rex, who cannot get enough. In winter, I sometimes substitute turkey for the ground beef and beef sausages.

Preheat oven to 3500

“I wanna to be a witch,” my four-year-old daughter said.

“Are you sure? You don’t like scary things.”

“Yes,” she said with a firm drop of her chin.

“You know witches usually have big noses, warts, and straggly hair. They wear raggedy black dresses and pointed hats. That’s what makes them witchy looking. And we could find a lot of costumes like that.”

Finger in mouth, head to one side, she paused to contemplate. “I wanna be a pretty witch.”

“Not a scary one?” I asked.

‘The Silkworm’ by J.K. Rowling a.k.a. Robert Galbraith, is a crime novel set in the modern day publishing world among an unsavory lot.   When one of the most successful authors of all time effortlessly changes genre from her Harry Potter books, it is easy to envy her writing. In Silkworm, she delivers a classic hard-boiled British detective, Cormoran Strike, and a charming assistant Robin Ellacott, along with a cast of corruptible literary types.   A dowdy wife, Lenora Quine, hires Strike to locate her missing husband. Owen Quine has left behind a novel. In it he has disparagingly portrayed his colleagues that are only lightly veiled. His wife thinks he’s at a retreat for writers, but when Strike investigates he soon finds Quine has been savagely murdered.