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Tuesday, August 9, 2016

HEALTHY LIVING--GUEST AUTHOR SCARLETT WEST

Aspiring paranormal romance author Scarlett West is in the process of creating a vampire series set in Europe and the United States. Learn more about Scarlett and follow her writing journey at her website. 

Carbs: Five Reasons We Crave Them

Wait! Before you think I’m a carb extremist who will tell you not to eat them, let me share a little about myself. I eat well to feel well and like to eat a balanced diet.

I believe carbohydrates, including some junk food, have a place on our plates. My mom always warned me not to follow fad diets, but rather try to eat all the colors of fruits, veggies, whole grains, and the like.

Carbohydrates are yummy and emotionally satisfying. There’s certainly nothing wrong with that, but sometimes they can take up too much room in our diet and contribute to health problems. I will give examples of why we crave them and how to get back to balance.

I am not suggesting we eliminate them completely, unless we have valid health reasons why we might need to do so.

Allergies and Sensitivities

We often crave foods we are allergic or sensitive to. For example, many people have a sensitivity to gluten or wheat and not know it. Nutritionists sometimes ask what we crave the most. Pasta, bread, cookies, and foods like that might be on the list. It’s odd how the body functions, but we may be allergic or have sensitivity to the very food we gobble up the most.

What’s the difference? An allergy is when our body has a real attack to something we eat, like hives, anaphylaxis, and swelling. A sensitivity could include various kinds of digestive disturbances or nasal congestion.

So how do we find out if we have a sensitivity/allergy? The cheapest way is to do an elimination diet preferably with the help of a nutritionist or other person guiding you. Another way is to do allergy testing through a Naturopath or doctor. Professionals who know about nutrition and food are the best kinds of people to help with a problem like this.

Vitamin and Mineral Deficiency

Sometimes, the reason we want those carbs is because we lack certain vitamins and minerals in our body. If we round out our diet and make sure we include them, our carb interest may diminish.

Examples of nutrients we may lack: chromium is a mineral that can be taken as a supplement to lower food cravings. We can also include it in our diets by eating fresh fruit, green beans, ham, potatoes, sweet potatoes, and cheese.

Other vitamins and minerals we may need are calcium, nitrogen, and B-vitamins. We find those three in milk products, leafy greens, brown rice, fish, black beans, lentils, salmon, and bell peppers.

Eating the rainbow is important!

Candida Overgrowth

Say what? We have bacteria, good and bad, different kinds of yeasts, and viruses floating around our body all the time. One of the main places these life forms hang out is in our gut. Candida is a form of yeast that becomes overgrown like a crazy patch of weeds, but in the body.

How do we know we have it and what can we do about it?

Symptoms can include regular fungal infections on the skin and throughout the body, digestive problems, difficulty focusing, depression/mood swings, and guess what else? Always craving carbs and sweets because Candida feeds off those to reproduce. And because our immune system is mostly housed in our gut area it is important to get hold of something like this so we don’t develop more severe problems later.

To rid our bodies of Candida we can reduce/eliminate sugar and carbs from our diet for a month, take probiotics, Pau D’Arco teas/tinctures, and/or caprylic acid. Usually those herbal remedies come in capsules.

Hormones

Yes, those grand old hormones that follow us around our entire life might affect our hankerings. PMS and menopause are times when women can feel more of a need to eat those carbs, but unfortunately, they can also make our problems worse. Make a sad face.

I don’t feel qualified enough to talk about how to solve these issues except to make one suggestion. Sometimes women don’t find a solution with medical treatments. My personal experience, and those of women I know, is that herbal treatments can be very effective for balancing hormones. You would need to find a qualified herbalist to help with these issues, but I wanted to point it out in case some readers had never thought of this before.

Feeling Stressed and Tired

For some of us, this is the story of our life, to be stressed and never rested enough. In the long run, this can take a toll on our bodies and emotions. We reach for carbohydrate filled foods because they lift our moods, including serotonin, one of the “happy chemicals” in our brains.

Taking time for self-care is important, including sleep and balanced foods. Also, if we are going through something, caring for our emotions and finding solutions to our problems can be helpful. If there is no solution, at least doing something positive and loving for ourselves can make a difference.

Other Brief Tips:
Eat protein first thing in the morning. Even if we don’t have a big appetite, a small, protein rich yogurt, a hard-boiled egg, or another item can help. This sets us up for the whole day so we crave carbs less later on.

Keep healthy snacks on hand. Veggies and fruits dipped in almond, cashew, or peanut butter; bags of nuts or other trail mix; cheese sticks; or other goodies can make a difference. Maintaining even blood sugar levels during the day is important so we don’t have energy crashes and sudden urges to eat foods that aren’t so great.

Indulge. Yes, I believe it is good to eat something junky and enjoy it. I don’t want to beat myself up for eating junk food.

And like anything else, all we can do is our best. Also, with all of these suggestions, please follow your own discretion and do what’s best for your health plan. I’m only sharing information that I find helpful.

Monday, August 8, 2016

#COOKING WITH CLORIS--GUEST AUTHOR AMY BOYLES AND STRAWBERRY PRETZEL SALAD

Amy Boyles grew up reading Judy Blume and Christopher Pike. Somehow, the combination of coming of age books and teenage murder mysteries made her want to be a writer. She now spends her time chasing two toddlers while trying to stir up trouble in Silver Springs, Alabama, the fictional town where Dylan Apel and her sisters are trying to master witchcraft, tame their crazy relatives, and juggle their love lives. Learn more about Amy and her books here. 

Hey y'all, if you haven't tried Strawberry Pretzel Salad, boy are you in for a treat. It's like eating a slice of heaven topped with a little more heaven. Seriously. It's sweet, it's savory, and it’s salty—all good things in food, and even better if we're talking about qualities to be found in a good man. That's if you ask Dylan Apel, the heroine of my Bless Your Witch series.

Not that she has time for men, as she's too busy learning how to be a witch. Dylan's a good ole' Southern gal who likes her tea sweet, her biscuits smothered in sausage gravy, and her shrimp cooked with a side of grits. Of course, she would still have time for potlucks if she weren’t so busy trying to avoid being murdered in Scared Witchless, the first book in the series.

Which reminds me, Strawberry Pretzel Salad is perfect for any kind of get together—a party, church function, even a holiday—it is without a doubt a solid-hit sort of dish—the kind where everyone goes home happy and two pounds heavier.

Oops. There goes that diet I've been trying to start since New Year's. Oh well. If you're like me and haven't started shedding those pounds, what's one more dessert going to hurt? Nothing! So get started putting together this recipe. I promise, you wont' be disappointed. And if you're like my sweet Southern sister witches, be sure to have a nice tall glass of sweetened iced tea on stand-by. It'll make this dish all the merrier, especially since the blistering dog days of summer are coming up. So get to swinging on your front porch, slap a slice of dessert on a plate, and watch the sun shrink into the horizon as you enjoy yummy goodness.

Strawberry Pretzel Salad:

Total Time: 42 min
Prep: 30 min
Inactive: 2 min
Cook: 10 min

What y'all need to round up (also known as Ingredients):
2 cups crushed pretzels
3/4 cup melted butter
3 tablespoons sugar, plus 3/4 cup sugar
1 (8-ounce) package cream cheese
1 (8-ounce) container whipped topping
2 (3-ounce) packages strawberry gelatin dessert mix
2 cups boiling water
2 (10-ounce) packages frozen strawberries
1 (8-ounce) can crushed pineapple
Whipped topping or whipped cream, to garnish

Preheat oven to 400 degrees F.
For the crust, mix the pretzels, butter, and 3 tablespoons of sugar. Press this mixture into a 9 by 13-inch pan and bake for 7 minutes. Set aside and allow to cool.

In a mixing bowl, beat together the cream cheese and 3/4 cup of sugar. Fold in the whipped topping, and spread over the cooled crust. Refrigerate until well chilled.

In a small bowl, dissolve the gelatin in the boiling water, and allow to cool slightly. Add the strawberries and pineapple, and pour over the cream cheese mixture. Refrigerate until serving time.
To serve, cut slices and serve with a dollop of whipped topping.

Scared Witchless

Dylan Apel is having one heck of a summer. She just learned she’s a witch—and she’s hardly the only one in town. 

She knows her hand-made clothing is special, but magical? Discovering that she's a witch is bad enough, but when Dylan realizes there are folks who’ll kill to possess her witchy powers—that’s enough to make a girl want to hide out in the back of her boutique. Only problem is, Queen Witch is in town, itchin’ to make sure Dylan learns to cast spells, and this witch won’t take no for an answer.

Dylan must learn fast—someone just killed her best client with a poisoned gown meant for Dylan. Was it the tall, mysterious hottie in black, who's suddenly everywhere she goes? After all, the first thing Roman Bane says is he doesn't like witches. Is he here to save her, or kill her?

Dylan is barely getting a handle on her new powers when she finds herself surrounded by witches bossing her this way and that, local police nosing about, and wary clients—death by clothing is not good for business. And the solstice is coming … a time when witch powers are at their peak. Can Dylan survive the chaos long enough to figure out her new life?

Sunday, August 7, 2016

#CRAFTING WITH ANASTASIA--GUEST WRITER & KNITTER DEBRA SENNEFELDER

Aspiring author Debra Sennefelder has two constant writing companions, her Shih-Tzus, Susie and Billy. She's been an avid reader since childhood and found writing came naturally for her. When she's not writing, she loves to cook, exercise (yes, really) and read. Learn more about Debra at her website. 

I am thrilled to be here today on Killer Crafts and Crafty Killers. Life is full of surprises. You’re never quite sure what will come your way when you least expect it. For several years I thought the only craft hobby I’d do would be counted cross stitch. I’ve been very content with stitching samplers on linen for years. I’ve accepted the fact that quilting wasn’t my thing, that scrapbooking was just too overwhelming for me (so many papers and stickers and glitter), that folk-art painting was messy, and that knitting would just end with a project discarded mid-way after tearing out rows over and over again.

Then life threw me a curve ball when I least expected it.

When that curveball came my way it was a beautiful spring day in Massachusetts. I had entered a yarn shop with my friend Megan. We were hitting some shops because we arrived a day early for a writer’s conference. Megan entered the shop looking to buy something; I entered solely as a window shopper—until I saw the most beautiful baby blanket. I was drawn to the blanket, white and pale blue, and then I touched it. So soft, so thick, so cuddly. Perfect for our new little nephew.

Megan shopped, but I stood mesmerized, wishing I could knit. Now, I’m not a complete stranger to knitting. I know my way around a circular needle and I’ve even stitched cables, but I’ve yet to complete a project that I was proud of.

Megan saw me staring at the blanket and came over. She agreed that it was a beautiful blanket and said that I could knit it. I laughed. She couldn’t be serious, could she? Before I knew it, she and the shop owner had the yarn and the project book in hand and were discussing my ability to make the blanket.

I was curious about how thick the blanket felt and Megan explained that it was knitted using double-strand yarn. Okay, that was foreign talk to me and there was no way I would be able to knit that blanket. Fast forward twenty minutes and I walked out of the shop with a bag of yarn and a circular knitting needle.

A couple weeks after the conference I settled down one evening, pulled out the yarn, needle and instructions and after several attempts, I finally was knitting the blanket.

Over these past couple of months I’ve pulled out my knitting bag and added a few rows each evening. And I’ve noticed that on the nights I didn’t knit, I was a little sad the next day. I missed knitting. Hmm…I wonder if I’ve unleashed my inner-knitter?

I think I have since I’m now obsessed with knitting blogs. I’m even following some of those knitters on Instagram, and I’m buying every knitting magazine I can find. I am also thinking about what I’ll tackle next once this blanket is completed. I’m confident I won’t have a problem finding a project since I have a list of patterns that I found on Ravelry that I want to knit.

Since the pattern is not mine I cannot share it with you. But, I can share with you the great satisfaction I am feeling as I knit to the last row of this blanket. This will be the first time I will be gifting anything that I’ve made that didn’t come from my kitchen (I’m a baker and I love sharing my baked goods,) and I’m super excited about giving it to our nephew.


When I began this project I was full of doubt; it was much like when I began writing the manuscript that landed me an agent a few months ago. I’m so glad that I tried knitting again. If there is a hobby you let go of at some point and every now and again you think about it, I encourage you to give it another try. You never know what you could create.

Thursday, August 4, 2016

BOOK CLUB FRIDAY--GUEST AUTHOR AMIE DENMAN

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You've heard of Christmas in July? Today we're featuring a little bit of Christmas in August to offset the heat wave gripping most of the country. Romance author Amie Denman is the helpless victim of a lifetime of curiosity. She's been known to chase fire trucks on her bicycle just to see what's going on. She believes that everything is fun: especially roller coasters, wedding cake, and falling in love. Learn more about Amie and her books at her website.

The Nutcracker Ballet: sparkling costumes and snowflakes

One of the many things that says “Christmas” to me is The Nutcracker Ballet. When I was a little girl, my parents would take my three sisters and me to Playhouse Square in Cleveland to see the ballet in December. Dressed in holiday taffeta and velvet, it was beyond special for the four of us. I loved the music and the dancing, but my favorite things were the costumes.

From my seat, I would try to count how many layers of tulle and net each ballerina’s skirt held. The very best costumes in the show, in my opinion, were during the Sugar Plum Fairy’s dance and the Waltz of the Flowers. When the snowflakes fell on stage and the ballerinas swirled in layers of white, it was heavenly.

I’ve always felt this way about costumes. My dolls had envious wardrobes I made myself. I’ve sewn costumes for local musical theater in my spare time for over twenty years. When I see a show, I see costumes. A few years ago, I went with two of my sisters to see Wicked at the Gershwin Theater in New York City. It was one of the most spectacular shows I’ve seen, of course, and wow, the costumes. Glinda’s gowns were gorgeous, as they should be. But I admired the black gown worn by Elphaba. No woman can be a villain in layers and layers of black fabric. Although my seat was some distance from the stage, I know I saw sparkling beads on that black gown and I could practically hear it swish against the stage floor.

Because of my love affair with costumes, I was excited to work with Dana Mentink and Roz Denny Fox to create three love stories set during a production of a holiday classic, The Nutcracker Ballet. My main character, Jenny Roberts, is new in Christmas Town, and she pours her lonely heart into creating and re-creating shimmering costumes for the local production of the ballet. When she meets a quiet carpenter building the sets, she finds another reason to love the holidays. We hope you’ll love A Heartwarming Christmas.

A Heartwarming Holiday

This holiday season, warm your heart with 15 connected sweet, clean & wholesome holiday romances set in Christmas Town from 15 Harlequin Heartwarming authors who are USA Today, national bestselling, and award-winning authors.

There are five connected books in A Heartwarming Holiday. That means each set of three novellas shares characters and storylines! This collection of PG-rated holiday romances are all set in Christmas Town, Maine, a location introduced in the 2014 Harlequin Heartwarming release Christmas, Actually. A Heartwarming Holiday will bring you laughter, tears, and happily-ever-afters.

Book 1: Once Upon a Holiday by Anna Adams, Anna J Stewart & Melinda Curtis
Book 2: Holiday Heroes by Leigh Riker, Tara Randel & Cari Lynn Webb
Book 3: 24 North Pole Lane by Carol Ross, Amy Vastine & Cheryl Harper
Book 4: Magic Moments by Tara Taylor Quinn, Shirley Hailstock & Liz Flaherty
Book 5: Nutcracker Sweethearts by Dana Mentink, Roz Denny Fox, & Amie Denman


Also available, the previous holiday anthology: A Heartwarming Christmas. 

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

GUEST AUTHOR JOSIE RIVIERA ON #ROMANY



Bestselling author Josie Riviera writes historical, inspirational, and sweet romances. Learn more about Josie and her books at her website. 

Exploring the Fascinating Culture of the Romany (Gypsies)

Gadje Gadjensa, Rom Romensa.” This is a Romany (Gypsy) saying that means “Gadje with Gadje, Rom with Rom.”

So what is a gadje? A gadje in the Romany language means “not one of us.” Many Rom prefer to not allow outsiders (us) into their lives. It’s no coincidence that in my hours, days, and months of researching the Romany for Seeking Patience, little information was available. Odd, because the Rom have lived in many places throughout the world for centuries. They’re a widely traveled people. Yet there is little written history regarding their origins, although recent evidence points to an emigration from India 1500 years ago.

I believe the reason there is little information available is because the Rom simply prefer it that way. They are a proud people who keep to themselves. And they are nomads, forever on the move, traveling by horse and wagon in caravans.


It is no secret that the Rom have suffered persecution, prejudice, exclusion, and discrimination for centuries. The “Gypsy” stereotype includes a criminal, fortune-teller, blacksmith, thief, and musician, a dark-complexioned, shadowy figure. But why do so many of us harbor this unfair prejudice? Perhaps because of the Rom’s nomadic existence, lack of a solid religious belief, and exotic clothes and lifestyle. Their dialect is distinct and related to Sanskrit. Their tradition is oral, for they didn’t have the luxury of building libraries.

One belief shared by all Rom is cleanliness. Mahrime means unclean or polluted. To avoid mahrime, clothes covering the top half of their body are washed separately from clothes on the bottom. Certain parts of the female body are considered unclean, and doctors are sometimes avoided because they deal with illness. And, a Rom can become polluted by being too close to a gadje.

Seeking Patience
Do people prove their worth by strength, or by character?

Half-Romany, half-English lord, he lives a perilous Gypsy life … until a sweet English rose saves his life, and perhaps his soul. Widowed by a cruel husband, she's given up all hope of love. Brought together in peril, they dare to reach for a brighter future together.

Luca Boldor, Romany leader, lives a nomad’s life in Regency England with his Gypsy caravan. Believing his noble father abandoned him at birth, he refuses to acknowledge his English blood, or live a settled life. But when a vicious attack by a rival leaves him bleeding on an English lady's doorstep, he has no choice but to accept her help. Her gentle faith stirs his heart in a way he has long denied.

Lady Patience Blakwell, widowed countess, lives in near poverty. Her husband's heir uses threats to keep her from demanding her rightful inheritance. With a few faithful servants, she exists quietly in the country, only her faith keeping her strong … until the day a bold, handsome Gypsy collapses in her hall. He's unlike any man she's ever known, and she'll confront any subterfuge to keep him safe.

But when a secret from Lady Patience's past emerges, Luca must face his own past, or lose her and all hope of love. Will this strong man humble himself to open his heart for his lady?

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

FAVORITES, FAILURES & FRUSTRATIONS--AUTHOR ALICIA DEAN ON KID ANECDOTES



Alicia's Three Kids All Grown Up
Alicia Dean is a suspense and paranormal author who wrote her first romance (featuring a hero who looked just like Elvis Presley) at age ten. She still has the tattered, pencil-written copy. Learn more about Alicia and her books at her website. 

Favorites: Kid Anecdotes

My three children are grown now, my son, Presley is twenty-three. My daughters, Lana and Lacey, are thirty-two and thirty, respectively. Although I know raising kids is a tough job, looking back, I mostly remember the joy, the fun. My kids were adorable, smart and so funny. I’m sure most parents feel that way, but mine really were. ;) I decided I’d share a few cute things they’ve said over the years in today’s post.

I pulled out an old spiral notebook where I’d written down some things so I wouldn’t forget them. What I didn’t recall was that I’d actually journaled for a little while in 1991. I’d read a book on writing and it recommended that if you want to write, you should journal. I’m not much of a journaler, and it was another ten years before I really pursued writing seriously, but I found a treasure trove of memories from what I’d written all those years ago. This was before my son was born, so it was mostly about the girls. I won’t bore you with tons of anecdotes, but I’ll share a few. These aren’t necessarily my actual favorites, but they are a few that made me laugh. Some are the ‘you had to be there’ kind of stories. I have a few to share from my son as well; they just weren’t in this particular notebook.

Lana
Lana: When she was three, my then husband worked for Coca-Cola. I was driving downtown, with Lana in the car, and we stopped at a light where a Coca-Cola sign sat on the street corner. A couple of bums were hanging around, one was leaning against the sign. Lana pointed at the sign and said, “That’s where Daddy works.” I said, “Yes, it is.” She curled up her nose and said, “Daddy sure works with some gross people.”

Lacey
Lacey: When she was about three, she said, “Momma, if Jesus is in your heart, what does he do when you drink milk?” And, another when she was about the same age: We were going through the drive-through at a bank where the tellers were enclosed in their outside cubicles. She said, “What do bank people do when it’s time to go to sleep?”

Presley
Presley: When he was two, I put him in a “Mother’s Day Out” program where he could socialize with other kids. He wasn’t thrilled with the prospect and was always reluctant to go. One day around Easter we were on our way and I was trying to pump him up about going. I said, “Presley, it’s going to be fun. You get to hunt Easter eggs!” He said, “Well, see, I can’t go. I didn’t bring my gun.”

What about you? Any funny little things your kids said when they were little? If your kids are still little, I encourage you to jot down the adorable things they say. You’ll cherish them in the years to come.

Devil’s Promenade, *A World of Gothic: United States

Amidst a blizzard, paranormal debunker Camille Burditt arrives at Devil’s Promenade in Oklahoma to research a supernatural 'spook light' phenomenon for her latest book. There she encounters a ghostly being, which she dismisses as a figment of her imagination. But as the apparition becomes too persistent to deny, Camille realizes the woman’s ghost is quite real—and that her demise was not accidental. 

Declan Rush—the inhospitable, reclusive owner of the inn where Camille is staying—is linked to the deceased woman, but he is less than forthcoming. Despite his unfriendliness, Camille is oddly drawn to him, even though she suspects his connection to the spirit might be that of killer to victim. 

When another suspicious death occurs, Camille intensifies her investigation. She has precious little time to ferret out the truth. Not only is her book deadline looming—she's desperate to discover if the man she’s falling for is a murderer. 



*A World of Gothic is a Gothic Mystery Romance Series by authors from all over the world. For information on other titles and for interesting tidbits on mysteries and the authors, check out A World of Gothic Facebook page

Monday, August 1, 2016

FAVORITES, FAILURES & FRUSTRATIONS--FRIED CHICKEN WITH GUEST AUTHOR ANNE LOUISE BANNON

Multi-published mystery author Anne Louise Bannon is also the co-author of Howdunit: Book of Poisons http://amzn.to/2adDfl7. She also writes the romantic fiction serial WhiteHouseRhapsody.com. Anne has been a journalist, a TV critic and the founder of several blogs, including, with her husband Michael Holland, the wine education blog OddBallGrape.com. Learn more about Anne and her books at her website.

Fried Chicken and Me

In my new novel Bring Into Bondage, my characters Freddie and Kathy arrive at her parents’ farm in Kansas in the summer of 1925. Yes, there are nefarious goings-on – this is a mystery, after all. But before that, it’s suppertime and Katie Marie Briscow insists on doing up a full meal for her daughter and the supposed friend who brought her out.

It was a fun scene to write, as there’s a lot going on. Katie Marie is busily directing supper preparations, who’s sleeping where, and finding out how her ailing husband is doing, all the while frying chicken.

Here’s the thing. I can’t fry chicken to save my life. I’ve used thermometers, adjusted the temperature, egg-washed, you name it. It either comes out blackened and still raw inside or cooked through and mushy crusted. Blech. I’ve even accosted older women in supermarkets looking for the secret.

Please keep in mind, as a cook, I’m pretty competent, even inspired some days. You want a nice fish meuniere? I’ve got it. Real Bolognese sauce? I’m there with bells on. Need me to whip up a quick dinner with only five ingredients? I won’t even break a sweat.

But to fry chicken, like my mom did, like my grandma did (and probably her mother before her), so not happening.

Okay. I actually have to amend that. Not too long ago, The Beloved Spouse and I were planning our weekly menu and there was a package of boneless chicken thighs in the freezer. So he suggests using it, and I realized I need some photos for this post, so I suggest frying it.

I thawed the thighs in buttermilk, then pulled them out of the fridge almost two hours before dinner. Yeah, that’s right, about two hours before I cooked them. See, the one thing I’d been most worried about trying was starting with the chicken at room temperature. We all know that letting chicken get anywhere within the Danger Zone between 40 and 140 degrees Fahrenheit means you will be doing the bathroom tango with that lovely couple Sam and Ella. Or Salmonella.

Actually, it doesn’t. Truth be told, you generally (though not always) have two hours before the germies get going, and even then, that’s not a guarantee that you’ll get sick. I’m not advocating carelessness here. There are good reasons we take those precautions. But it’s not a death sentence if you let your chicken get to room temp before frying it.

Which is why I tried it.

And have discovered the secret to frying chicken. Seriously. Start with everything room temperature. I floured my chicken thighs, let them rest for a couple minutes, then got out my cast iron pan. I poured in enough oil for it to get about half an inch deep, put the chicken in and started the flame.

Wow. Golden crispy on the outside, moist and done on the inside. How the heck did that happen? This was supposed to be a document of my failure.

Sadly, I’m in worse shape now than ever. Now that I’ve done it once, The Beloved Spouse wants me to try again. And again. And I do need to try the experiment with bone-in pieces from the whole bird. I’m not holding out hope, but it would be nice to be able to make fried chicken (you should pardon the expression) on the fly, just like Grandma did. Just like I described in my novel.

Bring Into Bondage

It's back to the Roaring Twenties with Kathy Briscow and her socialite author boyfriend Freddie Little. Freddie arrives for what he hopes will be a very special date with Kathy only to find her in a tizzy and packing. There's been trouble brewing on the family farm in Hays, Kansas, and now Ma Briscow has summoned Kathy home because her father is deathly ill. It's about the only thing that could get Kathy in Freddie's plane. The two fly to Kansas and are greeted by a shotgun blast.

It's all sorted out very quickly, and Pa is still very sick but has survived the worst. Vandals, however, have been attacking the farm repeatedly. Kathy and Freddie decide to stay and find out what's going on before someone gets hurt even worse than when Pa got dunked in the creek.

Not that Kathy's family doesn't have their own secrets. Her brother Joshua has returned home with a new bride that he forgot to tell his family about. And Kathy's youngest brother, Gamaliel, has an even darker secret. In town, there's nastiness afoot, as Freddie meets a frightened young boy with telltale bruises, and then the boy turns up dead on the Briscow farm.

Kathy and Freddie get caught spooning behind the barn, and Pa Briscow gets his shotgun out. Even the threat of being goosed down the aisle isn't half the trouble Freddie and Kathy face, when there's another body found and Freddie gets arrested for murder.