Saturday, April 29, 2023

AUTHOR ERISE FIELD – A MEATLOAF AND VEGETABLE DINNER ALONG WITH A GREAT BOOK

 


From Eris Field

It’s so easy to misplace things, well it is for me, so I thought I should share this recipe for a great meatloaf dinner before I lost it.



Meatloaf Veggie Dinner
1 lb. ground beef
1 egg, beaten
½ cup finely chopped onion
3 tbsp. ketchup
¾ tsp. salt
¼ tsp. ground pepper
½ can condensed Campbell’s tomato soup
¾ cup dry breadcrumbs ( I like Italian ones)
6 small red potatoes
4 garlic cloves, optional
1 tbsp. olive oil
½ tbsp. mixed Italian herbs
Cooking spray

 

Meatloaf Topping
½ can condensed tomato soup
3 tbsp. Worcestershire sauce
2 tbsp. brown sugar


Combine ingredients in a small bowl then coat meatloaves with the mixture.

Preheat oven to 400° F.

Mix ingredients together, ground beef through breadcrumbs, I use my hands. Shape into 5 small loaves and place them (not touching) onto the center of the baking pan.

Wash, dry, and cut into about ½ inch pieces potatoes with skin on. Add garlic. Sprinkle lightly with olive oil and Italian herbs. Set aside.

Spray a shallow baking pan big enough to hold the meatloaves in the center and a mixture of vegetables around the edges.

Bake 35 minutes. Check to see that the meat loaves and veggies are done. Let stand 5 minutes and serve.

Enjoy!

Allow me to share a little of my latest novel, that is close to my heart, for your reading pleasure.

My historical novel–Lady Munevver: The Opium Merchant’s Daughter— is set in the Victorian period as England is preparing to enter the War in the East, the Crimean War, to support the Ottoman Empire that has been invaded by Russia. Russia’s 1853 invasion of Crimea results in three Empires—England, France, and the Ottoman Empire– declaring war on Russia. It precipitates a disastrous marriage for Lady Munevver. It changes the world with advances in ships and military weapons, the development of the telegraph with its ability to deliver war news almost instantly, and the creation of modern nursing in Scutari Hospital.

In Surrey, England, the merchant father of beautiful but handicapped Munevver is obsessed with gaining acceptance by the Ton. Refusing Munevver’s plea to marry her childhood love, William of Yorkshire, he arranges a marriage with James, the dissolute son of an impoverished, hard-handed Duke.

When England is drawn into the Crimean War, James joins the Light Brigade and sails to the Ottoman Empire to fight the invading Russians. After learning her husband has died in Scutari Hospital, an improvised hospital for English soldiers located across the Bosphorus from Constantinople, Munevver, terrified at what her father-in-law might do, flees England. Her destination: the ancient city of Aleppo in the eastern part of the Ottoman Empire where she hopes her uncle will shelter her in his vast trading compound.

Her escape ends in Constantinople when. the Sultan, irate at Queen Victoria’s command that he return the widow of one of her Lords, arranges a marriage for Munevver with Ari, a member of his court. Problem solved. Munevver is now the wife of an Ottoman citizen. She is invisible.

Banished to the ancient, primitive city of Ankara, the young couple struggles to survive political intrigue, intense cold, and lack of medical care. After Ari dies of tuberculosis, Munevver is desperate to return to Yorkshire, to her grandfather and to the man she loves, William. But how? Dare she accept the quid pro quo arrangement offered by the most powerful woman in the Ottoman Empire, the Sultan’s mother?

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Eris Field was born in the Green Mountains of Vermont—Jericho, Vermont to be precise—close by the home of Wilson Bentley (aka Snowflake Bentley), the first person in the world to photograph snowflakes. She learned from her Vermont neighbors that pursuit of one’s dream is a worthwhile life goal.

As a seventeen year old student nurse at Albany Hospital, Eris met a Turkish surgical intern who told her fascinating stories about the history of Turkey, the loss of the Ottoman Empire, and forced population exchanges. After they married and moved to Buffalo, Eris worked as a nurse at Children’s Hospital and at Roswell Park Cancer Institute.

After taking time off to raise five children and amassing rejection letters for her short stories, Eris earned her master’s degree in Psychiatric Nursing at the University at Buffalo. Later, she taught psychiatric nursing at the University and wrote a textbook for psychiatric nurse practitioners—a wonderful rewarding but never to be repeated experience.

Eris now writes novels, usually international, contemporary romances. Her interest in history and her experience in psychiatry often play a part in her stories. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America and the Western New York Romance Writers. In addition to writing, Eris’s interests include: Prevention of Psychiatric Disorders; Eradicating Honor Killings, supporting the Crossroads Springs Orphanage in Kenya for children orphaned by AIDS, and learning more about Turkey, Cyprus, and Kurdistan.

Learn more about Eris Field on her website. Stay connected on Facebook.


Friday, April 14, 2023

HOT MEN WEAR APRONS

 

Spring brings barbeque grills heating up and romantic dinners on the patio. Cookbook author Sloane Taylor has some tips for the guys at the grill and their lovely better halves. Find them in her hot new cookbook, HOT MEN WEAR APRONS. –Linda Lee Greene Author/Artist

 

Create A Happy Occasion Anytime

From Sloane Taylor 

Give that special guy in your life a gift that will make him a hero in the kitchen and king of the grill! From delicious breakfasts to the delectable aroma of meat sizzling on the grill, these 130 recipes create 72 complete meals to satisfy hungry appetites. 

Men...Dare to Tie One On? 

An apron, that is…

 

·                     Cuisines to satisfy any craving, from comfort food to looks-fancy-but-easy-as-pie delights. Raid your own pantry and get fresh (ingredients) at the grocery.

·                     Prep can be done in advance, but why rush? Make the prep part of the fun with your honey! (Matching aprons optional. Clothing is recommended, especially for sautéing!)

·                     Menu suggestions provided or get adventurous and create your own unique meal—and a memory to savor.

·                     Wine and beverage selections make you an instant pairing expert.

·                     Bonus: Tips/tricks that will make everyone think you’re a kitchen genius.

·                     Extra bonus: Sloane’s secret recipe for Super Bowl Chili!

·                     All recipes are indexed so you can find what you need in a snap.

·                     And come on, who doesn’t like sausage? (For breakfast! What were you thinking?)

Lunch, dinner—or breakfast the next morning, Sloane has you covered! Because the best times always start in the kitchen.

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Sloane Taylor
 is an Award-Winning author with a second passion in her life. She is an avid cook and posts new recipes on her blog every Wednesday. The recipes are user friendly, meaning easy. 



 

Tuesday, April 11, 2023

THE TIME I GOT ONE OVER ON WHITEY FORD

 

From Linda Lee Greene Author/Artist

 

Nobody can ever say of me that I am a “globetrotter,” although I would like to be a habitual gadabout. In my younger days, before health issues took over and ever since then have dictated my whereabouts, I did a little international traveling. My last trip across the pond was an employer-sponsored, long-weekend in England. Take my advice and never go to England on a three-day pass, because the time will zoom by and you’ll be left with little more than a blur in your memory bank. Nowadays, unless I travel by way of a story in a book or an article in a magazine or trek along with Rick Steves on public television, it isn’t likely that I will ever again get to Europe or any place beyond the borders of the USA. “Maybe in my next life?!” I lament in my weaker moments—when my enthusiasm for my Elizabeth-Barrett-Browning-existence flags.

            In the meantime, you can bet that I keep a “Travel Bucket List” for my reincarnated life. Deep down I know the whole idea of a newly-embodied self is a bunch of hooey, but didn’t Dorothy make it to Oz on the wings of a tornado and Alice to Wonderland down a dark and creepy rabbit hole? A similar kind of out-of-body episode might be my only pathway to the trip of my dreams—to a week at a cooking school in Tuscany and another week hanging out at the Bay of Naples—at least two to three weeks to take in the history, art, and culture of Rome, Florence, Venice, and Milan, and then onto several days of hiking the Cinque Terre, chasing romance at the feet of Romeo and Juliet in Verona, and on and on? I figure I, or whomever I will be in that re-embodied entity, will have to carve out about three months for such an itinerary.

            “Dreams are made to sleep on,” someone must have said at one time or another, and the specific night around which this story centers, I crawled into bed and in no time my eyeballs rolled up into my head and my eyelids closed down on my fondest dream. In an instant I was transported to Northern Italy, at a raucous celebration comprised of thousands of townspeople dressed up in garb that must have dated back to the 12th or 13th centuries—men in knee-length or long tunics, some sporting chain mail and full-fledged suits of armor, the women in long tunics or gowns and linen veils draping their heads. I was soon to experience that the pointed-toed shoes that both sexes wore were lethal weapons. A man standing next to me explained that the festival was called the “Carnival of Ivrea,” known as the “Battle of the Oranges” to English speakers and the biggest food fight in Italy and surrounding countries.  

            My new friend went on to say, “The three-day festival is a re-enactment of either a 12th or a 13th century event—nobody seems to know for sure—in which a marquis or duke or person of a similar ilk, exercised his right of privilege and forced himself on a miller’s daughter on the eve of her wedding. The whole affair backfired on the tyrant when the young maiden got her hands on what had to have been a really sharp knife or some other chopping utensil and cut off his head. The legend holds that the townspeople then stormed the palace where the maiden was held captive and burned it to the ground. It signaled the end of such oppressive acts on the part of the ruling class and is thought of as a revolutionary turn for the common people.

“The re-enactment comprises thousands of townspeople divided into nine combat teams of aranceri on foot that throw the oranges. The oranges represent old weapons and stones, and as you can see, they are thrown at aranceri in carts that represent the tyrant’s ranks.”

While I couldn’t imagine landing a position on one of the teams, it seemed to me that an alert and a nimble bystander could swipe at least one loose orange and get in a lick. “You wouldn’t think so many oranges could be had here in the cool shadow of the Italian Alps,” I said to the stranger.

“Crateloads of them are shipped in from Sicily. It’s the leftovers from southern Italy’s winter crop. By the way, my name’s Whitey Ford,” and he held out a big and beefy hand. Mine was lost in the curl of its elongated fingers and cavernous palm.

“Whitey Ford?! Not the Whitey Ford, the greatest pitcher in the history of the New York Yankees?” I gasped.

“One and the same,” Whitey replied as he released my hand.



At that very second, an orange sailed through the air, levelled precisely at Whitey’s head. He stepped to the right, reached up that iconic left arm, and just as the orange was about to drop into his palm, I thrust my right hand up and grabbed it—I owned that orange! I had actually gotten one over on the legendary Whitey Ford. As fast as lightning, I pitched it like Whitey landing a strikeout across home plate. A missile nosed in on its target, my orange connected and splattered in an orange slurry on a draped head onboard one of the tyrant’s carts.

And wouldn’t you know it, I woke the next morning to a juicy navel orange at rest on the nightstand next to my bed. Had I carried it to my bedroom the night before intending to eat it, but then forgot it in my urgent need for sleep? Was it like the time I absentmindedly brushed my teeth with antibiotic cream, or when I said my former lover’s name instead of my husband’s at the exchange of our wedding vows? Or had the fairies really visited me while I slept and gifted me with the most perfect specimen of an orange? Such are the delightfully curious possibilities of a dreamer’s life.

Rather than peeling it and eating it in the same old way, I figured this special orange demanded special treatment. I padded to the kitchen, laid it on a cutting board and sliced the orange in half with a serrated knife. I then ran the knife around the inside perimeter of each half to separate the pulp from the peel and then each section from the membrane, like I always do to halves of a grapefruit. Next I dribbled 4 to 5 drops of vanilla extract and 1 teaspoon of honey onto each half and then topped them with a generous sprinkle of cinnamon. I arranged the orange halves onto a cookie sheet sheathed in aluminum foil and placed them below the broiler of the oven for 3 – 5 minutes. Piping hot out of the oven, I had a hard time deciding on whether to top them with whipped cream, ice cream, or fruit. Fruit it was, and I topped the orange halves with a couple cubes of canned peaches.

            I could only eat half of my magical orange. I put the other half in a storage container and placed it in the fridge. It was my breakfast the following morning, reheated in the microwave at 30 second intervals until it was just right.©

 


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Multi-award-winning artist and author Linda Lee Greene’s GARDEN OF THE SPIRITS OF THE POTS: A Spiritual Odyssey, is a novella in which ex-pat American Nicholas Plato relocates to Sydney, Australia to escape the mental torture of devastating losses back home. Strange encounters in Australia’s outback with an Indigenous potter reveal to Nicholas unexpected blessings and a new way of living. The novella is available in eBook and/or paperback. Just click the following link and it will take you straight to the page on Amazon on which you can purchase the book.

https://www.amazon.com/GARDEN-SPIRITS-POTS-SPIRITUAL-ODYSSEY-ebook/dp/B09JM7YL6F/   

Thursday, April 6, 2023

A PRETTY ALMOND MERINGUE COOKIE RECIPE AND A BEAUTIFUL ROMANCE FROM AUTHOR STELLA MAY

 

Author Stella May's Delicious Treat and Her Latest Time Travel Romance Are on the Menu This Easter...

I've got fellow time travel author and friend Stella May in my virtual kitchen today, baking up some of her delicious Almond Meringue Cookies just in time for Easter. Perfect to serve at your family gatherings, or tuck into your children's Easter baskets, these sweet treats won't disappoint, but will disappear! So, without further ado, I'm handing off the spatula. Take it away, Stella...

This recipe for a classic meringue dessert is easy to prepare and wonderful to eat. My family loves these cookies as a sweet after a good dinner. If you choose to use vanilla extract, you’ll have a classic méringue desert called La Bise (kiss in French). Bon appetite! 



Almond Meringue Cookies

4 egg whites, cold eggs right from the fridge

Pinch of salt

¾ or 1 cup of white sugar (I use organic raw cane sugar)

1 tbsp. almond or vanilla extract

12 whole almonds

Preheat oven to 200° F.

You need a hand or standing mixer. Mix egg whites and salt on high-speed to the consistency of dense foam.

Add sugar by small portions, mixing well. Try not to stop your mixer while adding sugar. Add almond extract.

Cover cookie sheet with parchment. Spoon mixture into 12 cookies. You can use an ice-cream scoop.  Place one whole almond on top of each cookie.

Bake for 1 hour. Lightly touch the cookie. It will have a firm crust and a soft center. That’s ideal. Turn off the oven and leave the cookies inside the oven for 1 hour.

Remove from the oven to cool completely. Enjoy!

Here's a little to intrigue you on Stella May's latest time travel romance: TIME & AGAIN




After months of working like a woman possessed, Nika Morris kept her promise. Coleman House is finished. It’s gorgeous. Spectacular. Brilliant.

It’s breaking her heart.

Because once the new owners move in, she’ll be cut off from the time portal to 1909, where she met and fell in love with Eli Coleman. Now stranded in her own time, she’s waited months for the key to reappear in its hiding place. Only it hasn’t. Which means Eli must have believed the terrible things she was accused of.

Back in 1909, Eli is stunned at his best friend’s deathbed confession of a shocking betrayal. Nika—his Daisy, his time-traveling wonder—was innocent. Once he finds the key, he wastes no time stepping through the portal, determined to make things right.

But the moment Eli stumbles into her shiny, noisy, confusing future, he realizes reconciliation won’t be simple. There is more than one emotional bridge to rebuild before he and Nika can return to the time their love was born—and live their destiny out to the fullest.

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Talented author Stella May is the penname for Marina Sardarova who has a fascinating history you should read on her website

 

Stella writes fantasy romance as well as time travel romance. She is the author of 'Till Time Do Us Part, Book 1 in her Upon a Time series, and the stand-alone book Rhapsody in Dreams. Love and family are two cornerstones of her stories and life. Stella’s books are available in e-book and paperback through all major vendors.

 

When not writing, Stella enjoys classical music, reading, and long walks along the ocean. She lives in Jacksonville, Florida with her husband Leo of 35 years and their son George. They are her two best friends and are all partners in their family business.

 

Follow Stella on her website and blog Stay connected on Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest.

 

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Monday, April 3, 2023

IT’S ALL IN THE NAME

 

“Resurrection” as illustrated in Christianity’s Easter and “indictment,” as attached to America’s former president are top of mind just now. Surely I am not the only one to take note of the irony. Religion and politics don’t have a lock on such goings-on. While usually narrower in their reach and impact, such stories abound across all sectors of humankind:

 

IT’S ALL IN THE NAME

 

From Linda Lee Greene Author/Artist

 

We lived in the tight, inner-city streets and on our spacious porches as much as inside our homes when I was a scruffy kid. A mishmash of early, twentieth-century Victorians, freestanding doubles, multi-family townhouses and apartment buildings—brick or asbestos-shingled masses packed together like sardines in a tin can—our homes were separated only by slim spans of pockmarked, concrete sidewalks and face-to-face across narrow streets paved in bricks. The streets were edged with skimpy strips of weedy greenspaces and broad walkways. Graffiti was an ever-present feature of the streets and walkways, chalk-doodled and scrawled as they were with our hopscotch grids and hide-and-seek bases and baseball diamonds. We could depend as well on hearts and flowers in chalked messages of love blooming in the clay and concrete, the hard surfaces that were the avenues of our transportation and commerce and recreation.



            Oddities, injustices, cruelties, as well as charity and compassion abounded at every point of the compass—the kind of fodder about which writers dream. There was the brewery, the brick and river-stones behemoth around which our dwellings were clustered and that provided employment for so many of the locals, a place that belched poisonous, sinus-scorching and tear-wringing fumes in the air every afternoon. And who couldn’t guess that on the other side of the street, positioned in a straight line with the entrance of the brewery was the most heavily trafficked beer joint within several blocks? Of course, one of the city’s oldest and most revered Catholic Churches right around the corner from the watering hole is worthy of a mention, for it was, among other notable reasons, a house of worship famous for its standing-room-only confessional.

Two streets south of us was the cloistered district tagged by bigoted outsiders as “Fly Town.” It was the DO NOT ENTER place that was the stomping grounds of the black people in our midst. On many Sunday mornings, I sneaked across that invisible boundary of segregation and stood outside their small church and listened to the glorious music that soared through the walls of the building—spirituals and gospels, “Amen” music as it is commonly known—music that sent chills of wonder down my spine. Oh, how I wanted to go inside and join them. While I was drawn to that kind of spiritual abandon, it also scared me, and I didn’t dare cross that barrier.

Feral cats and stray dogs roamed the area at will. The standout in my memory was an imposing, black Chow Chow, a bear-like beast that was in constant battle with other dogs and cats and that terrified every human being it encountered. Across the alley just west of our house lived Freddy, a kid of my same age and a Ted Bundy in the making. Freddy’s pastime of choice was to catch a feral cat of the day, swing it around by its tail and then bash its shrieking head against a telephone pole. The terrorized cats usually survived Freddy’s assaults while I and the other kids in witness were traumatized forevermore by his violence. Freddy and the Chow Chow would have made good bedfellows.

            The house directly across the street from us, clad in shamrock-green shingles and like most of the freestanding houses of the area, featured a spacious front porch. It was the residence of Catherine, a World War II widow and stay-at-home mother of my friend Molly. Molly was the only person of that name whom I have ever known. There was the Unsinkable Molly Brown who survived the sinking of the Titanic and Molly the cloned sheep that had its 15 minutes of fame in 1997. Molly, my friend, also had the distinction of being a genetic double of her mother. They were both petite, blue-eyed blonds. Their physical features weren’t remarkable in a neighborhood of a preponderance of little and pale females. The odd thing about them was that during the nine years I knew them, Molly had a parade of new fathers and with each new father, she had a new last name. Catherine’s free-hand with Molly had its limits, however. It turned to out and out suppression in other ways. For instance, Catherine denied Molly’s every plea to cross the street, or to play in it or on the sidewalks with the rest of us kids. Molly’s porch was her private and only playground. I see so clearly in my mind’s eye that lonely, little girl standing at the edge of the porch watching us play, her bottom lip quivering and her tears dripping from her trembling chin.

I lost contact with Molly when my family and I moved out of the neighborhood. Both Molly and I were fifteen at the time. Six years later, in a peculiar mix of serendipities, I ran into Molly among the New Year’s Eve throng gathered at Times Square in New York City. What were the odds of happening upon a person I used to know from two states away and all those years before? I recognized her instantly, as she did me. “Mollyyyyy,” my mind flipped through the long list of her various last names for the appropriate one. I would have expected Molly’s face to have been ruined by the emotional wounds that surely were the legacy of her swinging-door fathers and conflicted mother, but it was nothing of the sort. Molly’s face was fresh and as sparkling as the crystal ball that a few minutes later dropped into the New Year.

 

She recognized my bewilderment and said through a kindly smile, “It’s just Molly now. All those last names sent me into therapy for a long time. I came away from it simply as Molly.”

 

“That’s cool!” I declared, and I wrapped her in a big hug. I pulled away and added, “Cher and Madonna have done quite well for themselves that way.”

 

“Exactly!” Molly affirmed. We laughed and there was no need for further discussion on the matter.

The incident brought Freddy to mind. Did he ever make it to an analyst’s couch or a church’s pew? Did he have nightmares about the cats he tortured? I had to be content with knowing that at least Molly had made it to the light. And what about Catherine? At the time, I still held to the opinion that she was bat-&hit-crazy. Years later, my assessment of her grew more flexible—when I became one of those desperate mothers trapped in a frantic search of a substitute father for my children.©  

   

#Easter, #Indictment, #Resurrection, #VictorianHouses, #Townhouses, #ApartmentBuildings, #TedBundy, #FeralCats, #StrayDogs, #ChowChows, #MothersAndDaughters, #GardenOfTheSpiritsOfThePots, #LindaLeeGreene

 

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Multi-award-winning artist and author Linda Lee Greene’s GARDEN OF THE SPIRITS OF THE POTS: A Spiritual Odyssey, is a novella in which ex-pat American Nicholas Plato relocates to Sydney, Australia to escape the mental torture of devastating losses back home. Strange encounters in Australia’s outback with an Indigenous potter reveal to Nicholas unexpected blessings and a new way of living. The novella is available in eBook and/or paperback. Just click the following link and it will take you straight to the page on Amazon on which you can purchase the book.

https://www.amazon.com/GARDEN-SPIRITS-POTS-SPIRITUAL-ODYSSEY-ebook/dp/B09JM7YL6F/  

 

Saturday, April 1, 2023

EASTER DINNER BY AUTHOR EMMA LANE

 

In their manic dash to lay in last-minute foodstuffs for Easter dinner, shoppers in my corner of the world are dodging raindrops and strong winds. Author Emma Lane lends a hand with her easy-to-prepare menu as itemized below: -Linda Lee Greene Author/Artist

 

EASTER DINNER

By

Author Emma Lane

My goal is to serve food with as little fuss as possible while still producing an attractive, delicious, and healthy meal for my family and guests. Hopefully this plan will give me more time to enjoy everyone. I encourage you to add your own favorites.

MENU

Baked Ham

Raisin Sauce

Candied Carrots

Ambrosia

Dinner Rolls

Peaches al la Mode


Baked Ham

Hams are already cooked you merely want to warm it through. Follow the package directions so as not to dry out the meat.

Raisin Sauce

1 ½ cups water

¾ cup raisins

⅓ cup packed brown sugar

1 pinch salt

1 tsp. cornstarch

Bring water to a boil in a saucepan. Stir in raisins, then boil until raisins are very tender, 5 minutes.

Whisk in brown sugar and salt, then gradually whisk in cornstarch to avoid lumps forming. Simmer over low heat until glaze has thickened, 10 minutes.

Serve in a gravy boat for your family and friends to spoon onto their ham.



Candied Carrots

Are always a favorite. This recipe works great in your microwave.

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5 – 8 baby or mini carrots per person

2 tbsp. butter

2 tbsp. brown sugar

Dash of maple syrup ¼ cup water

Parsley for garnish, optional

Cut carrots in half or thirds into long pieces.

Mix remaining ingredients in a microwave safe bowl. Stir in carrots. Nuke until carrots are fork tender. Careful not to overcook. Spoon sauce over carrots before serving.

Ambrosia

I have mentioned before I am originally from the south of the U.S. Oranges and coconut mixed together is Ambrosia in South Georgia. Use a pretty glass bowl if you have one. I use my mother’s cranberry bowl and love the contrast of the bright orange colors. This is a messy recipe to prep as you must remove the orange membrane. Do prepare the dish the day before and refrigerate to really blend the flavors.

1 orange per person if small, ½ if large

1 cup shredded sweetened coconut

¼ cup orange juice

1 small can crushed pineapple

Stir all ingredients together then scoop into a serving bowl.

Canned biscuits or Crescent Rolls

Follow the recipe on the package.

Peaches a la Mode

1 can sliced peaches in light syrup

Vanilla ice cream

Granola, optional

Maraschino cherries

Cherry juice

Spoon 3 – 5 peach slices in individual dessert dishes. Add a generous double scoop of vanilla ice cream. Top with a maraschino cherry and a sprinkling of granola. Drizzle sparingly with cherry juice.

Other fruits are also tasty prepared this way.

Here is a brief intro to the cozy mystery series Emma writes as Janis Lane.

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MURDER in the JUNKYARD sees the demise of a man no one likes, a romance, and plans for a wedding as Detective Fowler and his friends keep their small-town America free from danger.

Detective Kevin Fowler is furious that low life has targeted his town where people live in blissful safety. Brenda Bryant is out junkn’ for good things when she stumbles over the grotesque body of a man beloved by no one. Suspense heats up when large sums of money are found in two different places. Drug money is suspected, and Brenda targeted by someone who wants the money returned. Detective Fowler faces surprise after surprise as he peels back the surface of Hubbard, New York and deals with its shocking underbelly. Meanwhile romance infiltrates the group of friends with a wedding in the making.

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Emma Lane is a gifted author who writes cozy mysteries as Janis Lane, Regency as Emma Lane, and spice as Sunny Lane.

She lives in Western New York where winter is snowy, spring arrives with rave reviews, summer days are long and velvet, and fall leaves are riotous in color. At long last she enjoys the perfect bow window for her desk where she is treated to a year-round panoramic view of nature. Her computer opens up a fourth fascinating window to the world. Her patient husband is always available to help with a plot twist and encourage Emma to never quit. Her day job is working with flowers at Herbtique and Plant Nursery, the nursery she and her son own.

Look for information about writing and plants on Emma’s new website. Leave a comment or a gardening question and put a smile on Emma’s face.

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