Summer lasted right through October 21st this year. Then, Mother Nature hopped right over fall and landed in winter. I tried to capture colors of autumn, but not a lot showed up. We actually got a sprinkle of snow over the weekend that didn’t stick.
I have some exciting news. My novel, Whit’s End, is now available on CreateSpace in paperback and will be available on Amazon next week. The Ebook version is available now. On December 14th, they’ll be a goodreads giveaway contest for the paperback version. I will post a link when the contest goes live.
Switching gears, on November 1st, I posted about my short story memoir anthology, and gave a glimpse of the first of those four stories titled, Don’t Blink. The second tale in the anthology is titled, Hope Lies in Meatballs. I thought it was a funny and fitting title.
What does it mean?
I hope everyone is enjoying family, friends, feast and some fine goodies. May those who don’t celebrate this American holiday be blessed as well.
I just finished making pumpkin cookies for Thanksgiving treats.
This is the second installment of a day in the kitchen with mom. Only this time, it was our other mom.
My husband had been wanting to spend time with each of our mom’s in the kitchen, and a few weeks after he baked apple slices with his mom, he asked my mom, V, to teach him how to make pasta from scratch.
When I first started blogging, I posted recipes to coincide with the comical short story in my memoir anthology about how I learned to cook. The anthology is no longer available, but I hope to re-release it after we move. (If you missed the news about the move, you can find it here) In the mean time, I thought I’d release a new recipe of mine. If you like chicken, and you like deliciously briny Greek olives, you will like this easy recipe. Keep in mind, I cook for two so add ingredients accordingly for more people.
Have you ever created your own recipe for a meal that turned out delicious and then forgot what you did? I have done this countless times. When I try to recreate the same dish, it’s never quite the same.
It’s been a long time since I posted a recipe, which I started doing because of the cooking memoir in my anthology. I’m writing it on my blog immediately after dinner in order not to forget what I did. When I say I made this “today,” it’s actually not the same day that this post is going up.
