Along with her husband, her
family and her books, language and travel are Meg Bellamy’s passions—along with
cooking, baking, knitting and quilting. It’s a good thing Meg loves to travel,
since she lives in the gorgeous San Francisco Bay Area, but her daughter’s
settled in New Jersey and her son’s in England—talk about Frequent Flying!
Between flights this long-time language teacher writes contemporary romance,
both of the traditional and the women’s fiction type. Learn more about Meg and
her books at her website.
Chocolate and Honey and my Sweetie, Oh My
Chocolate. Does just reading
the name bring a smile to your lips?
For me, “chocolate” conjures
up delights, pleasure, romance and, oh yes, a few pesky calories. I consider
chocolate an essential food group. Chocolate has been a reliable treat—to eat,
to drink, and to gaze at arrayed in a sumptuous candy box.
So imagine my bewilderment
when I met the delightful man who is now my second (and last!) husband—and
discovered that he’s a chocophobe. Chocophobe. I didn’t even know there were
any people of that persuasion. He’s not even the only one in the world, though
I think there aren’t many with that proclivity.
When I brought him to meet
my parents and told Mom that he hates chocolate, she panicked. “What am I going
to feed him?” A prodigious cook and baker, she managed to come up with plenty.
So how did he become a
chocophobe? According to his family legends, at age six he had a prescription
medicine that had a “chocolate flavor.” Must have been really awful.
I, on the other hand, hate
honey—an opinion that earns me raised eyebrows in some circles. In my family of
origin, honey was the take-it-or-else remedy for colds, etc. To this day, my
brother and I turn green at the prospect of ingesting the stuff.
Is there a pattern here?
Despite the fact that I hold
my nose as I put the ingredients together, I do make a honey cake with an
ingredient list that includes coffee and cocoa. My daughter asked who in my
household is willing to eat that cake. Both DH and I enjoy it—I can only guess
it’s because the ingredients combine and then cancel each other out.
My love for chocolate
inspired one of my books, Divorce by
Chocolate.
Divorce by
Chocolate
While she makes sweets, her partner cheats…
Diana Lambert seems to have
it all—a loving husband, a successful business and a gorgeous home. Then, on
returning from a business trip, she finds her husband and trusted assistant
playing house. Even worse, they’ve planned a coup to remove her from Goddess
Goodies, the business built from her dreams—and her family’s recipes.
Devastated, Diana is ready
to drown herself in hot fudge and sorrow when her inner goddess spurs her not
to let her talents go to waste. She rolls up her sleeves, unleashes the goddess
within and starts cooking up a recipe for getting even through the best
means—success. Her life’s sweet treats aren’t confined to the kitchen, as she
discovers with the support and love of her sister, her friends and one very
special guy.
4 comments:
I'm feeling grateful no one ever made me take a chocolate flavored medication!!
I saw this title and felt like reaching for a box of Godiva chocolate.
Dear Anonymous,
Yes, it was indeed fortunate you were spared any chocolate flavored medication!
OTOH, if we all knew what that nasty stuff was, we could market it as a diet aid! Hmmmm....
Hi Angela,
Funny thing... I had the same feeling all the time I was writing. Of course, I alternated between Godiva and See's and a few other brands...
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