Two for the Dough (Stephanie Plum, #2)

by Janet Evanovich

Jersey air there wasn’t much point in getting carried away with always eating healthy food.

Any intelligent woman would have made a dignified retreat, but this was New Jersey, where dignity always runs a poor second to the pleasure of getting in someone’s face.

“Looks to me like you’ve put a jelly doughnut in a bag labeled bran muffin.”

mother and grandmother flinch at the sight.

The house was always at its best when it was asleep. There was an air of satisfaction to the house at the end of the day. Maybe the day hadn’t gone exactly right, but the day had been lived and the house had been there for its family.

My father would eat cat shit if it was salted, fried, or frosted, but it took an act of Congress to get him to eat a vegetable.