Joy in A Crazy World
Anyone else feeling the darkness these days? And I’m not just talking about the weather or the season. What brings you comfort; what brings you joy when the world is out of control? Snuggling with my minions usually brings me joy. Unfortunately I can’t do that all day since everyone goes to school and work, or out chasing bunnies if you’re the dog. Plus, my kids are stinky, so cuddling 24/7 might kill the comfort factor.
Words bring me joy, usually. There are days when I’m even sick of words, of the writing that helps me make sense of the world, of the reading that normally sweeps me away. When that happens I cook and bake and make things. I get lost in activities I can control, mostly.
Here are some of the scrumptious items I’ve been obsessed with these past few weeks.
Lily and I made the best lemon bars ever, from Sally’s Baking Addition. So easy, so tart, so amazing! Here’s the thing. I almost always try to make things gluten-free in our house for my celiac husband. So I used Bob’s Red Mill Gluten-Free 1 to 1 Baking Flour in place of regular all-purpose flour. They still turned out perfectly gooey & tart, but I had to bake the crust almost 15 minutes longer than the recipe calls for, so if you’re playing with other flours, be mindful. Also these have a dense shortbread crust. If delicate is more your style, these might not be the lemon bars for you.
Usually I make ganache when I’m making macaron filling or truffles. But lately I’ve been making it for no good reason, or rather to lick the spoon or drizzle on ice cream when we have too many bananas and decide to make banana splits for dinner. Totally gluten free too. Ha! This recipe from Chowhound does not disappoint, and again is super easy!
I’ve also been making bread with ALL THE GLUTEN!!! The No-Knead style is so easy and delicious. I use Pinch of Yum’s recipe, (because I drool over everything Pinch of Yum) but you can find No Knead Bread all over the internet. It was created by Jim Lahey. Homemade bread is cheap and wonderful. The scent of fresh bread baking in your oven is priceless.
Here’s a decadent idea, slather ganache onto your no-knead bread for a perfectly amazing snack that might also become dinner! Here’s the recipe: Bread + butter + chocolate = Enjoy!
Another simple thing I like to do in the kitchen that might seem ridiculous, but reminds me I won’t be stuck in the monotonous gray days forever, is dry citrus peel in the oven at a low temperature. Peel, chop, place on cookie sheet, then dry for 30 minutes in a 200F degree oven. Once dried, I use it in bitters and amaros, but the initial bake will have your kitchen bursting with aromatics. You can add some to your own tea bags or put a bit in your coffee grinder to give your brew a hint of orange. Mmm. My recipe for Homemade Orange Bitters is still available on my blog Lemons & Roses.
I hope you are able to find joy and comfort and gratitude and compassion and peace in the darkness.
Salvaging Love Book Blast!
Salvaging Love is Live!
Salvaging Love is Here!
My second contemporary romance with Totally Bound Publishing is live today! I loved writing this book! Ellie and Jackson, with their guarded hearts, are perfect for each other!
Veterinarian Ellie Blevins thinks her life is set. With her own rescue clinic in the charming, but run-down Corvallis neighborhood, a few select friends and one loyal Rottweiler, Ellie has everything she needs. Until Jackson Kincaid threatens to bulldoze the entire block of buildings housing, not only her clinic, but her apartment too.
Jackson, however, is completely unprepared for Ellie to bulldoze her way right into his heart. If you like small town romances, with steamy love scenes, a great group of friends, some puppy antics thrown in, and one big happily every after, order your copy of Salvaging Love now!
Virtual Blog Tour for Handling the Rancher
I’m all over the internet during the next two weeks thanks to Goddess Fish Promotions and all the amazing blogs that are hosting me on my blog tour to promote Handling the Rancher. For some I wrote guest posts, for others I answered fun questions.
Here is a list of the dates for each blogs stop. Check them out and enter to win an Amazon gift card!! You might even learn something about me that you don’t already know.
October 14: Books to Light Your Fire
October 15: Romance Novel Giveaways
October 16: Long and Short Reviews
October 17: BooksChatter
October 18: Fabulous and Brunette
October 21: Viviana MacKade
October 21: It’s Raining Books
October 22: Our Town Book Reviews
October 23: Two Ends of the Pen
October 24: Lisa Haselton’s Reviews and Interviews
October 25: The Reading Addict
Missing My Mom in the Fall
I miss my mom the most in the fall
Even though she died in the summer and eight years have gone by, every autumn I feel it deeply.
Maybe because that first fall after she died was when it really hit me. I wanted to bury myself under blankets. Drink hot tea with honey. Read books full of emotion with happy endings. My body hurt.
Maybe it’s because now we live in such a brilliantly pretty, peaceful place and the kids love school and Greg loves his job and I love all the book stuff I’m doing, and I want to share all the love with her.
She is why I’m a writer and I ache to share that journey with her. She loved romance and she would be giddy with excitement.
Maybe it’s because my best childhood friend, a friend my mom considered another daughter, started chemo recently and of course I want to call my mom and cry say, “Can you believe this shiiit!” She would swear with me, because sometimes the world calls for swearing.
Maybe it’s because we have this silly, gentle new dog who is attached to my side, but is finally beginning to enjoy his backyard. I have to let him out and then hide so he will stop whining for me and GO PLAY. And go play he does. I can feel my mom crouching down by my side as we sneak glances at him. He runs and plays like crazy, chasing imaginary dogs super-fast, like a silver bullet. Tossing sticks up. Gallivanting about as if no one was watching. My mom and I smiling and laughing at the pure joy in his energy. Her laughter follows me still.
Maybe it’s the fact that I really miss cooking and baking with her and fall was our favorite. Rich pastas, her scrumptious chili, beef fondue, making homemade bread. I picture her hands kneading dough. Strong fingers graced by beautifully painted nails, gold rings twinkling at me. Her soft skin covered in freckles, a few age spots.
Maybe it’s the season, so preciously gorgeous and finite, this season of death and hibernation.
Maybe I’m in a season of grief. We think when someone we love dies, after a long time passes, we won’t grieve as much. But grief is never done with us, is it?