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Showing posts with label historical fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label historical fiction. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 26, 2025

COOKING WITH CLORIS--AUTHOR BARBARA PRONIN'S NEW WWII HISTORICAL NOVEL AND A RECIPE FOR CHALLAH

Brooklyn born Barbara Pronin is the author of nine novels acclaimed by such notables as Mary Higgins Clark, Tony Hillerman, and Faye Kellerman. Learn about this SoCal transplant and her books on her website.

Full disclosure: my newest novel, a WW II historical called Winter’s End, is not about a crafty killer. It is about three crafty killers, three amazing young women of the Dutch Resistance who learn to blow up trains and take out Nazi tyrants in their mission to help Jewish escapees and save their homeland from starvation in Nazi-occupied Amsterdam. 

 

Led by young Evi Strobel, who, I swear, walked into my head one night and would not leave until I told her story, the three are as different as night and day, yet they work together like the tiles in a Rubik’s cube to outfox their Nazi enemies. 

 

Here is 16-yearold Evi, enticing Nazi officers from smoky taverns to their deaths until the fateful night when she is saved from rape by a downed American airman.

 

There is Dr. Zoe Visser, a veterinarian by trade, picking pockets for Dutch ID cards for use by escaping Jews, and leading frightened escapees to their border destinations in the dead of night. 

 

And here is Mila Brouwer, the beautiful daughter of a wealthy collaborator, passing secrets she learns at her father’s dinner table to waiting Resistance leaders.

 

Their stories evolve on several levels – as an unexpected love story, as a coming-of-age story, and as a tale of incredible bravery – a remarkable journey I fell in love with, from its beginnings in the cobblestoned streets of Amsterdam to its ending more than seventy years later and a world away, where one of these women learns to bake a delectable Sabbath challah from her Jewish-American mother-in-law.

 

Winter’s End will be published on May 15, but it is on pre-sale now at Amazon and Barnes and Noble.com. While you wait for it, you may want to try your hand at making a golden loaf of homemade challah bread. (It takes a bit of work, but trust me, it’s worth it!)

 

Golden Challah

(makes one loaf)

 

Ingredients:

1 packet dry yeast

1 tsp. sugar

1 cup warm water

1 egg

1/4-cup honey

3 tbs canola oil

1 tsp salt

4 ½ cl. Flour, approximately

 

For the egg wash:

1 egg

2 tbsp. honey

1 tbsp. vanilla

 

Directions:

Dissolve yeast and sugar in 1/4-cup warm water in a medium-sized bowl. Let sit about 15 minutes until thick and frothy.

 

Add the egg, honey, oil, salt, remaining 3/4-cup of water, and 3 cups of the flour. Mix until a loose batter forms. Add the remainder of flour slowly. You may need all, less, or more flour, so use your hands to add it in slowly. The dough should be soft but not sticky. Once the dough has enough flour, knead it for a couple of minutes right in the bowl.

 

Cover the dough with a wet towel and put it in a warm place to rise for about 1—1-1/2 hours. Dough should double in size.

 

Punch the dough down and let it rest for 10 minutes.

 

Divide the dough into thirds and with your hands, roll each piece into a long (13-14 inch) piece. Attach the three pieces at one end, tuck the end under, and braid the dough as you would if it were Evi‘s hair. Tuck the second end under, place the braided loaf on a lightly greased cookie sheet, and let it rise for another 30-40 minutes.

 

Beat the egg with the honey and vanilla and gently brush over the loaf. Bake at 375° F for approximately 35-45 minutes. Loaf should be golden on top, and firm on the bottom.

 

Winter’s End

Luring Nazi officers from smoky taverns to their deaths was not what Evi Strobel bargained for when she agreed to join the Dutch Resistance. But that is what she did until that fateful night she was saved from rape by a downed American Airman.

 

Nor did Zoe Visser expect to be picking pockets for Dutch ID cards for use by escaping Jews, much less leading frightened enemies of the Reich toward uncertain treks to the Belgian border - nor did Mila Brouwer, the beautiful daughter of a wealthy German collaborator, expect to be passing secrets learned at her father's dinner table to help Resistance stalwarts blow up Nazi trains and meeting halls.

 

But four years into German occupation, with the Dutch surviving on boiled tulip bulbs, and Hitler tightening control ahead of advancing Allies, that is what they did. Follow them as Winter's End traces a harrowing journey from the cobblestoned streets of Nazi-occupied Holland to an astonishing finale seventy years later and a world away.

 

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Monday, October 31, 2022

AUTHOR JUDITH COPEK DELVES INTO THE ROARING TWENTIES WITH HER NEWEST NOVEL

Mystery author Judith Copek has discovered that bad guys and scary situations are not limited to mystery fiction. In her latest novel, she leaps into another genre with an historical novel set in the nineteen twenties. Learn more about her and her books at her blog. 

Did the Twenties Really Roar? 

In 1928, my late mother took the Santa Fe Super Chief from Newton Kansas to Pasadena California. She would spend the summer with some girlhood friends who once lived in her hometown. She left a scrapbook, now in tatters, and a photo album, as well as a couple letters. The letters hinted at something darker, but photos and souvenirs just show everyone having a good time. 

 

My mother’s scrapbook opened my eyes to life with a nice middle-class family in 1928 Southern California. These were not the nineteen-twenties I had expected. Where were speakeasies? The skinny girls in short dresses? Did my mom or her friends, all in their early twenties, do any roaring at all? They knew how to have fun. 

And single people partied a lot. At home, at country clubs, at the dance hall on the mountain. Sometimes girls drank, but often they didn’t. At lease not this bunch. They were not averse to being around parents. Most of the girls didn’t drive, and parents were available for trips to Yosemite and other landmarks. I discovered that clothing for such excursions consisted of sweater, jodhpurs, striped socks, and boots or sturdy shoes. Rather fetching, actually. Women’s hair was worn short, some bobbed, some curly. Dresses were often fancy with lace and lots of ruffles.

 

My research found much sleeker women with shorter skirts and definitely bobbed hair. Seductive, vamping, dancing wildly. The image we all have of the twenties. Where did the truth lie? As usual, somewhere in between.

 

I couldn’t write a novel about young people swanning around and having a wonderful time all summer. It would have been dullsville. But on the other hand, I wanted some semblance of reality. I finally found a middle ground. And characters I could love. In a million years my mother would not recognize herself. But that’s okay, because her life-long friendship with these girlhood pals, and the inspiration she left-behind helped write Such Stuff As Dreams.

Some women of the time were serious about business careers and had their own organizations with meetings and what we would now call networking. 


Bridge was a popular came both for women and men. Colorful placecards and bridge tallies echo the times. Life was more formal then, often with cards for seating as in the sample above. 

 

Such Stuff As Dreams

Carla Curby, a young teacher and photographer, arrives in Southern California from rural Kansas to visit girlhood friends. Carla anticipates an exciting summer away from her staid Mennonite town, a summer where lipstick, bobbed hair, and dancing the Charleston are normal. She doesn’t anticipate the graft and corruption that permeate life in the Golden State where many dream of finding gold or striking oil.

 

Carla is pulled into the local art scene and is smitten with a Bohemian artist who admires her photography, but he has a huge strike against him. When her mother demands that Carla return home to help with summer chores, Carla, in an act of uncharacteristic defiance, sells her return ticket, sends her mother the money, and determines to stay in California.

 

Her choice haunts her, but love beckons as she becomes involved with two men: the artist and a get-rich-quick dreamer. On the uncertain road ahead, Carla travels far from her safe Kansas life. A young woman with gumption and perseverance, she will be required to make hard decisions and to face challenges that were never part of her dreams.

 

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Friday, October 1, 2021

#COOKING WITH CLORIS--AUTHOR JUDY ALTER COOKS UP SOME "CRUNCHY SOUP" AND DISCUSSES HER NEWEST AMERICAN WEST NONFICTION WORK

Judy Alter writes both award-winning historical fiction and nonfiction about the nineteenth-century American West as well as contemporary cozy mysteries. Her forthcoming western title is the nonfiction The Most Land, the Best Cattle: The Waggoners of Texas, a popular study of the Waggoner 3D and the Waggoner family. Learn more about Judy and her books at her website. 

Dining at the Waggoner 3D

For most of the twentieth century, the Waggoner 3D was the largest ranch under one fence in this country. Covering over 500,000 acres in six counties, it sprawls across much of North Texas. Founded in the 1850s by Daniel Waggoner, the ranch has been known not only for its size but for its cattle, Thoroughbred horses, and the vast oil reserves under its land. 

 

Daniel Waggoner was among the first of men known as cattle barons who owned vast stretches of land and held great power over life in their region. Five generations of Waggoner descendants have lived on the land over 167 years, mixing ranching and racing with international fame, marriages, divorces, and lawsuits. The history is nothing if not colorful.

 

Like other large ranches in Texas and the Southwest, the Waggoner was known for hospitality. What may have begun with gatherings around the chuck wagon, featuring son-of-a-bitch stew and calf fries, evolved into elegant meals at the table. By the late twentieth century when Electra Waggoner Biggs was entertaining in her Santa Rosa home on the 3D, stew had been replaced with Hungarian goulash.

 

Mrs. Biggs was best known as a sculptor, her signature piece being a life-size statue of entertainer Will Rogers on his horse, Soapsuds. The original piece stands in front of Fort Worth’s Will Rogers Coliseum. Electra, the second Waggoner with that name, loved celebrities, and when she left New York for ranch life, she entertained lavishly.

 

According to the late Sarah Morgan, author of Dining with the Cattle Barons, Mrs. Biggs planned her menus carefully and always had her staff cook the meal once as practice before serving guests. One of her favorite dishes was the Hungarian goulash, which required cubing eight pounds of beef, dusting with flour, and browning. But, then, she had a staff to do it. Much more accessible is her recipe for chilled tomato soup. She called it “Crunchy Soup.”

 

When I made the soup recently, I adapted it to two servings instead of the twelve in the original recipe and added some green onions for color and taste. Mrs. Biggs used canned soup, but today’s cooks may want to substitute boxed tomato soup. If using prepared cream of tomato soup, omit the milk. Here’s what I did:

 

Chilled Tomato Soup

1 can Campbell’s® tomato soup 

Milk of equal amount (refill the soup can)

2 Tbsp. minced celery

2 Tbsp. green onions, minced

1/2 tsp. soy sauce.

Juice of one lime

            

Mix all ingredients except lime juice and chill. Just before serving add fresh juice of a medium lime. Serve very cold. Top with a dollop of sour cream if desired.

 

The Most Land, the Best Cattle

The Waggoners of Texas


In the 19th century, Daniel Waggoner and his son, W.T. (Tom), put together an empire in North Texas that became the largest ranch under one fence in the nation. The 520,000-plus acres or 800 square miles covers six counties and sits on a large oil field in North Texas. Over the years, the estate also owned five banks, three cottonseed oil mills, and a coal company. While the Waggoner men built the empire, their wives and daughters enjoyed the fruits of their labor. This dynasty’s love of the land was rivaled only by their love of money and celebrity. This colorful history of one of Texas’s most influential ranching families demonstrates that it took strength and determination to survive in the ranching world…and the society it spawned.


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Tuesday, August 4, 2020

AN INTERVIEW WITH DEBUT HISTORICAL FICTION AUTHOR GEORGE CRAMER

Today we sit down for a chat with debut historical fiction author George Cramer, who also writes police procedurals and thrillers. Learn more about George and his writing at his blog.

When did you realize you wanted to write novels?
In early 2012, I was laid off from a high-technology company. Even with forty years of investigative experience, I could not get a job. Age discrimination is alive and well. It was for the best. I signed up for a writing class at the Dublin Senior Center I thought was technical writing. I was wrong, the class was an introduction to creative writing. I was hooked.

How long did it take you to realize your dream of publication
Eight years, and after a couple dozen rejections, I went with a small indie publisher. I never realized how much work goes into publishing.

Where do you write
My preference is a public library or senior center. When I’m on motorcycle trips, I try to take a day off and visit the local senior centers. I can sit in a corner and work for a couple of undisturbed hours. However, my absolute favorite place is in a library aboard a cruise ship. I can sit there and work for hours on end. Of course, my wife is not overly thrilled. So I can only do this on the days we are at sea.

Is silence golden, or do you need music to write by? What kind
No kind. The music draws my mind away from my work and into unwanted lulls.

How much of your plots and characters are drawn from real life? From your life in particular? 
I have to admit, except for The Mona Lisa Sisters, there are events and characters in my thrillers and many of my short stories.

Describe your process for naming your character
Why did you have to ask that? Finding names that fit the character is one of the most difficult chores I face. I begin writing, and if I’m lucky, a name pops into my head; if not, I think of someone I like for protagonist and dislike for the antagonist. I always change the names later, but it makes it easier to attribute good and evil for the moment.

Real settings or fictional towns
I use both. With robbers and cops, I used real locations, which required a great deal of research. In an early manuscript, I used a newspaper that did not fit into the proper location. My wife caught it and has never let me forget. Every time I try to work in reality, I remember the newspaper and work extra hard on my research.

I’m working on a police procedural/thriller that I placed in a fictitious city so I could avoid some research time. However, I love how it allows me to create events, scenes, and characters that fit my story.

What’s the quirkiest quirk one of your characters has
It’s not really a quirk, but in one of my novels, a bad guy loves to play cribbage. He carves a cribbage board while on a Georgia chain gang. He carries it through several visits to prison, and even on the Bataan Death March, and as a slave-labor POW in Japan. He carries it until he dies while serving a life sentence at Folsom Prison.

What’s your quirkiest quirk
I doubt I have any, but I asked my wife and oldest daughter. Wife: “You mean besides being stubborn.” Daughter: “Stubborn.”

If you could have written any book (one that someone else has already written,) which one would it be? Why
For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway. This work always comes to mind when I am asked this question. When I write the title, my body fills with emotions, love, fear, hope, bravery, and a wish to be a man like Robert Jordan.

Everyone, at some point, wishes for a do-over. What’s yours
I regret all the years that I neglected my family to devote more time to my work.

What’s your biggest pet peeve
People who puff up and talk loudly, sometimes verging on shouting.

You’re stranded on a deserted island. What are your three must-haves
My wife, food & water, a library

What was the worst job you’ve ever held
I was hired as an investigator by a company with over six-hundred stores. After a month, I discovered that almost all of my assignments were distasteful. The aim was to catch management employees at anything that gave the company cause to fire them. I gave notice, and less than thirty minutes later, I was escorted out of my office.

What’s the best book you’ve ever read
You already know it was For Whom the Bell Tolls. After that, it is a toss-up: Leslie Marmon Silko’s Ceremony, Ramona Ausubel’s No One is Here Except All of Us, or Perma Red by Debra Magpie Earling. I know that is more than you asked for, but I’ve read so many great books, it’s hard to choose.

Ocean or mountains
That’s a tough one. I grew up living on the beach. Now, if I can’t see mountains, I get a bit claustrophobic.

City girl/guy or country girl/guy
I’m stuck in the suburbs but want to move to a small country town, or a house on a mountain overlooking the sea.

What’s on the horizon for you
My first novel, The Mona Lisa Sisters, comes out this month. After that, I’m looking forward to a long motorcycle ride, and finishing my Liberty trilogy.

Anything else you’d like to tell us about yourself and/or your books?
My first attempts at fiction told stories but not much else. Now my goal is to move my readers and make them think.

The Mona Lisa Sisters
Lura Grisham Myer lives a perfect life until her world is ripped apart. Reborn, forged of pain and misery, she battles to recapture happiness with the help of two orphans and a mysterious stranger.

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Sunday, April 14, 2019

#CRAFTS WITH ANASTASIA--AUTHOR KATHRYN ORZECH'S INSPIRATION FOR HER NOVEL ASYLUM

Author and Connecticut native Kathryn Orzech writes mystery, suspense, and thrillers set in New England “and other exotic locations” where everyday women confront chilling situations, flirt with romance, and brush with the supernatural. Today she joins us to talk about how her first real job out of art school formed the basis for her one of her novels. Learn more about Kathryn and her books at her website. 

Designing Costume Jewelry at The Napier Co.
Before my life as an author, before my graphic design career, and before my ad agency art director job, I designed costume jewelry at The Napier Company in my hometown. Costume Jewelry is defined as jewelry made with inexpensive materials or imitation gems. Napier was once one of the leading brands worn by celebrities like Grace Kelley and Marilyn Monroe. We competed with Monet and Trifari.

A brief history of The Napier Company

Originally The E. A. Bliss Company in Massachusetts, it relocated to Meriden, Connecticut in 1890, was re-named The Napier-Bliss Co. in 1920, and again re-named The Napier Co. in 1922. Newer owners, Victoria & Company, closed the Meriden plant in 1999. However, Napier jewelry continues under the Jones Apparel Group umbrella and can be found at Macy’s, Kohl’s, and Boscov’s department stores. Numerous online retailers offer vintage designs from Napier’s glory days.

Soon after art school, I began work at Napier in 1969. Wowed by the fancy, carpeted executive offices on the second floor, I was directed to my workroom—a different world of drafty windows and creaky wooden floors that seemed closer to circa 1900 yet farther from constant corporate oversight. As I recall, we passed through an Assembly Room where rows of women, 20 to 30 in all, were busy with handwork. I came to learn the women were piece workers, while I was paid an hourly minimum wage of about $1.50.

The fun begins

My new domain was located in the far left corner of that second floor. Small cardboard boxes and bags of beads, filigree stampings, rings and clasps, and spools of chains stored on shelves and in drawers encircled a sturdy wooden worktable in the center of the room. Assembly tools included round and flat-nosed pliers, wire cutters, and a yardstick affixed to the table.

I was free to design what I wanted, sometimes within parameters and always approved by the head designer who hired me.


What fun! Necklaces, bracelets, ring-bracelets, chain belts, and even a Juliet cap. I drew inspiration from an art background and interests in fashion, ancient Egypt, and the hippie era—which pretty much encompassed most of human history. The arrival of new beads, chains, tassels, and stampings, many from Providence, Rhode Island, formerly known as the Jewelry Capital of the World, sparked excitement and new ideas. I would artfully choose beads by size, shape, and color; and select accent beads, and a chain style to match.

When a piece was finished, six duplicate samples routed through departments for estimates of assembly and production time, component costs, and pricing. Depending on all that, the item was either added to the line or trashed.

From grime to shine

Responsibility for the gold plating process—and the gold—was above my pay grade. But I’d watched the preparation by others often enough as they removed oil and grime, and thought I’d give it a go. When my dirty piece needed its sparkle restored, I took it to a rectangular, industrial-size sink in a production area for an acid bath. Three shallow trays fit side-by-side in the sink: the first tray held acid; the second, a solution of neutralizer; and lastly, rinsing water. I’d loop my item, most often a filigree stamping, with a safe eight to twelve inches of copper wire. A quick acid dip turned grime to shine, then a swish in neutralizer and water. I didn’t realize acid had splashed until I felt my legs burn, smelled an acrid odor, looked down and saw smoke coming off my trousers. I was too embarrassed to seek first aid. Spotty scars have long since faded.

Napier design job inspires fiction

Several years of work experience at The Napier Co. inspired both the protagonist and the fictional family jewelry business in Asylum, a dark suspense saga. The real life acid accident served as the basis for a dramatic scene.

Designing for Napier was my first real job and one of the most fun, but I suspected early on that I’d never get out of that magical room. I seized an opportunity to work at a Hartford advertising agency on Constitution Plaza where carpets were thicker and skyscraper views offered a boundless world to this small town girl.

Asylum
In 1899 while her father travels abroad, twelve-year-old Maggie Delito, daughter of the wealthy industrialist, unwittingly witnesses a shocking scandal. The next day, she's dragged from her family's estate and locked in an asylum to ensure her silence. Beneath the noted asylum's polish of respectability, a wicked villainy hides in dank shadows--and Maggie fears she will be its next victim.

Seventy-five years later Laura Delito inherits more than assets when her prestigious family's mysterious past comes knocking--a strange old woman, cryptic messages, and a rare antique key that might unlock the truth. As she pursues clues from the Northeast to North Africa, she fails to see danger looming close to home.

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Tuesday, January 15, 2019

IN THE UNLIKELY EVENT BY JUDY BLUME

Lois Winston, she who writes about me, recently took some time off from putting my life in jeopardy and went on vacation. While away, she had the chance to make a dent in her to-be-read pile, catching up on some reading. One book in particular impacted her tremendously because it practically took place in her backyard—even if she never knew about it until decades later.

It’s hard to imagine in today’s world of 24/7 news cycles, social media, and the Internet, that there was a time not that long ago when we didn’t worry about the horrors of terrorism and school shootings. But people had other worries, and those worries—of A-bombs and communists and airplanes falling out of the sky—were just as real and just as terrifying to people in the mid-twentieth century. This is the backdrop of In the Unlikely Event, a fictionalized account of a triple disaster that took place in Elizabeth, NJ over the course of less than two months in late 1951 and early 1952 when three commercial airliners crashed into the city.

Lois grew up very close to the site of these crashes. Yet, she never knew about them until reading a review of In the Unlikely Event. Strange as it may seem, adults just didn’t speak of such things around children back then. And that’s part of the theme of this book. How do we deal with the aftermath of horror if no one wants to talk about it? Nowadays we encourage our children to talk about their feelings. Back then, adults swept anything unpleasant under the rug and pretended everything was all right. Yet it rarely was.

Judy Blume, the book’s author (yes, THAT Judy Blume!) was a young teenager in Elizabeth at the time of the crashes, and as such, infuses her book with a realism that only someone with a firsthand experience of the events could accomplish. Told from the points of view of a fifteen-year-old girl, three generations of her family, and various friends, acquaintances, and strangers, the book explores how this triple tragedy impacted each character personally and in relation to those around them.

In the Unlikely Event
In 1987, Miri Ammerman returns to her hometown of Elizabeth, New Jersey, to attend a commemoration of the worst year of her life. Thirty-five years earlier, when Miri was fifteen, and in love for the first time, a succession of airplanes fell from the sky, leaving a community reeling. Against this backdrop of actual events that Blume experienced in the early 1950s, when airline travel was new and exciting and everyone dreamed of going somewhere, she paints a vivid portrait of a particular time and place—Nat King Cole singing “Unforgettable,” Elizabeth Taylor haircuts, young (and not-so-young) love, explosive friendships, A-bomb hysteria, rumors of Communist threat. And a young journalist who makes his name reporting tragedy. Through it all, one generation reminds another that life goes on.

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Monday, November 5, 2018

#COOKING WITH CLORIS--AUTHOR JUDY ALTER'S NEW COOKBOOK

Today we welcome back frequent visitor Judy Alter. Judy writes three different mystery series as well as historical fiction based on the lives of women in the nineteenth century American West. She’s recently written a cookbook and is here today to tell us about it. Learn more about Judy and her books at her website

A New Cookbook…and an Old Spaghetti Sauce Recipe

A little more than two years ago I moved from a 2,000-square-foot house, where I’d lived for twenty-five years, into a 600-square-foot cottage (a remodeled garage/guest house) on the same property. It meant downsizing big time. My daughter and I were ruthless about clothes, books, even my beloved but appalling recipe collection. And kitchen utensils.

Size dictated that my kitchen be the size of a postage stamp, so it is way short on counter space. A bigger complication: local zoning laws forbid more than one full kitchen on a property. That means I cannot have built-in appliances such as a stove or dishwasher. Anything you plug in is okay, so I have a large refrigerator, toaster oven, magnetic hot plate, and coffee maker. I do not have a microwave, an Instant Pot, an air fryer, or a crock pot.

My cooking changed dramatically. My magnetic hot plate became the center of my cooking. I learned to do all kinds of things on it. I also learned that it cooks hot and fast—and you have to push the start button. That was a biggie. The first time I used it, I set the temperature I wanted and waited for the pan to heat. My daughter was with me. We put a lamb chop in the pan. Nothing. No sizzle. She held her hand out to feel heat, put her ear down, poked the meat. Nothing. Then we saw the start button.

The hot plate requires special pots and pans, which of course you buy from the company that sold you the hot plate. Gone, with regret, are the days of cooking in a cast-iron skillet. These new pots and pans will scorch food if you turn your back, but they are super easy to clean, and I have one large pot in which I can simmer a pot of soup all day.

But with one hot plate, you cannot, for instance, cook pasta and sauce at the same time. If I use the hot plate and the toaster oven, I blow a fuse. So I developed a new technique. If the pasta must sit a bit while I fix the sauce, I stir just a bit of olive oil in to keep it from clumping. Then I give it a quick re-heat before adding the sauce.

Gradually, as I learned new techniques, the idea for a cookbook formed. A friend suggested the title, Gourmet on a Hot Plate, and I began collecting recipes for the things I cooked—some new experiments, many old familiar dishes adapted to my new situation. Believe me, there were some disasters. I regularly burned things, even in the toaster, which set off the smoke alarm more than once. The smoke alarm hurts my dog’s ears, and she associates it with the toaster, so Sophie now begins barking when she sees me with a slice of bread in my hands. But Gourmet on a Hot Plate includes lots of cooking tips along with some tasty recipes.

Gourmet on a Hot Plate will be available as an e-book and in print November 15, perfect for holiday gift giving. It’s currently available for pre-order. Meantime, here’s a spaghetti sauce recipe a good friend contributed. Her mom got it from a woman in Rome in 1950. When I made it, even twelve-year-old Jacob said it was good, really good—and such praise is hard to come by.

Spaghetti Sauce
Ingredients
1 medium onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, pressed
1 lb. lean ground beef
2 Tbsp. olive oil
1 6 oz. can tomato paste
1 14.5 oz. can diced tomatoes
1 14.5 oz. can tomato puree
1/2 tsp. each sage, rosemary, oregano, thyme, savory, marjoram, and basil
Salt and pepper to taste

Cook the onions and garlic in olive oil until onions are slightly softened. Add spices and mix thoroughly.

Add tomato paste, puree and diced tomatoes, and stir well. Simmer on low heat for about three hours or in a slow cooker for six hours.

Serve with your favorite pasta and fresh grated Parmesan.

Gourmet on a Hot Plate
Without formal culinary training, Judy Alter has cooked her way through life, feeding family and friends at everything from casual dinners al fresco to elaborate meals for twenty. An award-winning author and publisher, she jokes she’ll come back in another life as a chef.

Today Alter finds herself cooking in a four-by-six kitchen where zoning laws forbid built-ins but allow anything that plugs in. So she cooks with a hot plate, a toaster oven, and a large refrigerator/freezer. Given these limitations, she has developed a new approach to food, one that she says lets her get in touch with the food itself. By choice, she does not have an Instant Pot, an air-fryer, or a microwave. Her menu choices are dictated by her cooking facilities—and she loves it. She shares her tiny kitchen tips and recipes, developed over the past couple of years, in Gourmet on a Hot Plate.

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Thursday, October 4, 2018

BOOK CLUB FRIDAY--AN INTERVIEW WITH AUTHOR BRADLEY HARPER

Today we sit down for a chat with historical fiction, mystery, and suspense author Bradley Harper. Learn more about Brad and his books at his website.

When did you realize you wanted to write novels?
Four years ago. I helped the author Mary Roach begin her research on a book on Human Research in the Dept. of Defense (called Grunt). She showed me how she gathered the information and made it into a book. I decided to give it a go, figuring the worst that could happen would be an improvement of my grammar.

How long did it take you to realize your dream of publication?
Well, from sitting down to start my story until I had a contract took three years, then a year more before it got published.

Are you traditionally published, indie published, or a hybrid author?
Traditionally published by Seventh Street Books, the Mystery imprint of Prometheus Books, a house within Penguin Random House.

Where do you write?
My wife calls it the Writer's Lair but it's actually a den/study in our house. It is the one corner of the house over which I have domain. (Muah ha ha!)

Is silence golden, or do you need music to write by? What kind?
Music helps me a lot. I have tinnitus from my Army service, so silence is filled with ringing. The music drowns it out. I like jazz and new age. I often listen to Radio Monte Carlo 2 as it features a lot of European jazz, which I find darker and more contemplative than American Jazz. Also, the DJ's speak in Italian, and as I lived there a little over two years (in Vicenza), it helps keep me in practice.

How much of your plots and characters are drawn from real life? From your life in particular?
The plots are drawn from historical events, with my own particular twist of "what if?" The characters are a mixture of real people, and people I've encountered. I've worked in inner-city Emergency Rooms, volunteered in homeless shelters, cared for Pilgrims walking the Camino in Spain, and served thirty-seven years all over the world in the Army. I have a deep well to draw from.

Describe your process for naming your character?
I often use the names of people I know, though their personality is their own. It helps me remember them. I also read the names out loud. If they're hard to speak fluently, they will jar in the reader's mind. I don't want a name that draws attention to itself.

Real settings or fictional towns?
I set my stories in real places with as many real (historical) characters as possible. Real people are so fascinating. In my second book I discovered the Police Commissioner of the London Metropolitan Police during Queen Victoria's Diamond Jubilee had one arm, after an encounter with a tigress in India as a young Army officer. I couldn't make that sort of thing up!

What’s the quirkiest quirk one of your characters has?
The first book is played pretty straight, but in book two I give my heroine a strong fear of heights. One of my favorite scenes is when she encounters an elevator for the first time, the old kind with a cage but through which you can see.

What’s your quirkiest quirk?
I hate the number thirteen. I don't fear it, it just feels like a stone in my boot, it doesn't belong anywhere. My mother was a mathematician and I grew up with numbers, so perhaps my "feel" for numbers is more right-brained than left.

If you could have written any book (one that someone else has already written,) which one would it be? Why?
 Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I love this book, how it explores the totality of mind and the essence of what makes a person, well, human. I would love to have written that book, because of the self-awareness required to have authored it.

Everyone at some point wishes for a do-over. What’s yours?
In life? I've hurt people, and disappointed others, but now I see how those scars formed me. Others paid for my lessons, but I'm grateful to them, and for the wisdom I acquired because of them.

What’s your biggest pet peeve?
Thoughtless, aggressive drivers. These people are willing to place the lives of others at risk to save thirty seconds. Chill. Listen to your tunes. A car is a tool, and not an extension of yourself. I drive a Smart Car with 120,000 miles. Obviously, my ego isn't tied to my wheels. Of course, I've also done autopsies on victims of Motor Vehicle Accidents, so I may have a longer view than most.

You’re stranded on a deserted island. What are your three must-haves?
1. A hammock. If I'm stranded, I might as well sleep well at night, in the afternoon, whenever.
2. A good knife so I can craft things and clean fish. I had survival training in Panama with the Ranger unit out of Fort Lewis, so I'd do all right.
3. Something to write with. I have enough story ideas in my head to keep me busy the rest of my life.

What was the worst job you’ve ever held?
While I was an Army Pathologist, I twice had to take wives down to the morgue to identify the body of their husbands who had died outside the hospital, one in a training accident, and the other in a motor vehicle accident (see rant above).

There I was, in a situation I had no training for. How does one train for something like that? I knew I was about to change a person's life forever. They woke up that morning, the world was one way and I was about to pull the cruelest magic trick imaginable.

So, I pulled the body out of the morgue and placed it in a less sterile environment - a hallway with soft lighting, where we wouldn't be disturbed (both times it was a Saturday). I cleaned the face and placed a chair beside the head of the gurney. I met each widow at the admin office and escorted her down. Then just before we turned the corner to where the body lay, I stopped and described to them what they would see when we turned the corner. We both took a deep breath, and went on. I walked them to the chair, asked them to verify the identity, then said I'd wait down the hall, and they could take all the time they needed.

I don't know if my approach was the right one or not, but I did the best I knew how.

What’s the best book you’ve ever read?
That changes with time. When I was younger I would have said The Lord of the Rings trilogy. Now I think it's King Lear. Like all great works of art, it can be interpreted many ways. I see it as a parable for growing old.

Ocean or mountains?
Yes!

City girl/guy or country girl/guy?
We live just outside Williamsburg, Virginia, where William and Mary College resides. I like small college towns. So, a small town with an edge. I lived in Heidelberg, Germany, for six years, and it felt like I was meant to live there. I never wanted to leave.

What’s on the horizon for you?
Book two, Queen's Gambit, is nearly ready for the publisher. Margaret Harkness, my heroine from book one, A Knife in the Fog, is in it. I am trying to follow her real life as much as possible, so am researching Western Australia in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries for book three. I was in Sydney two years ago and two research librarians helped me find out three things about her: She advertised for a typing service she ran for a while, caught a man trying to burn down his house for insurance fraud, and a horse named in her honor won the largest race for two-year-olds in 1902.

I may have to go to Coolgardie, where she lived, to get the feel of the place. I want to have a couple of aboriginal characters, so need to tread respectfully there. I'm part Cherokee myself (spoke it before English which is probably why I soak up languages, I speak five languages other than English), so I want to make sure I do right by their culture.

Anything else you’d like to tell us about yourself and/or your books?
If someone wants to write a book, find a mentor. I found mine, John DeDakis, an editor and author, who probably got me where I am now at least two years sooner than I would have otherwise. Be grateful for the chance to share your dreams and thoughts. If even one person tells you sincerely that your words touched them, you've succeeded. And write with your heart. If you don't care, your reader certainly won't.

A Knife in the Fog
Physician Arthur Conan Doyle takes a break from his practice to assist London police in tracking down Jack the Ripper in this debut novel and series starter.

September 1888. A twenty-nine-year-old Arthur Conan Doyle practices medicine by day and writes at night. His first Sherlock Holmes story, A Study in Scarlet, although gaining critical and popular success, has only netted him twenty-five pounds. Embittered by the experience, he vows never to write another "crime story." Then a messenger arrives with a mysterious summons from former Prime Minister William Gladstone, asking him to come to London immediately.

Once there, he is offered one month's employment to assist the Metropolitan Police as a "consultant" in their hunt for the serial killer soon to be known as Jack the Ripper. Doyle agrees on the stipulation his old professor of surgery, Professor Joseph Bell--Doyle's inspiration for Sherlock Holmes--agrees to work with him. Bell agrees, and soon the two are joined by Miss Margaret Harkness, an author residing in the East End who knows how to use a Derringer and serves as their guide and companion.

Pursuing leads through the dank alleys and courtyards of Whitechapel, they come upon the body of a savagely murdered fifth victim. Soon it becomes clear that the hunters have become the hunted when a knife-wielding figure approaches.

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