Recipes

I love food.

Thus, my characters love food. Therefore, I often include mentions of dishes made by characters in my books that are real dishes cooked by moi or that people I love have made for me.

Since I’m all about food, and love (though this is somewhat synonymous for me), I’m all about spreading the love. Thus, sharing the recipes you may come across in my books, and I’ve thrown in a few others you need to become acquainted with just because.

If it wasn’t fabulous, I wouldn’t put it on my website. So, trust me, try these out and use them to feed your family and friends.

And spread the love.

PS: That whole food and love and my books thing came crashing together in the Dream Bites cookbook I wrote with the fabulous home cook, Suzanne M. Johnson. You must check it out, the recipes are divine. Bonus! My half of the proceeds go to fund our Rock Chick Nation Charities! Win…win…WIN!

“Eric and I are having truffle fettucine tonight, but I can be in to do that tomorrow night,” I said.

“Truffle fettucine?” Raye asked.

“It’s all in the truffle butter,” I told her like I knew what I was talking about, when I really didn’t, but I suspected it was a good guess.

“That sounds awesome. I need to share that with Cap. Do you have a recipe?” Raye asked.

“Sure,” I said.

“Focus,” Tex grunted.

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“What’s this about mocha icebox cake?” he asked.

“I’m not sure it’s an actual cake. It’s some mocha mascarpone cream thing sandwiched with chocolate chip cookies that you chill for a long-ass time then eat.”

Eric swiped my mug out of my hand and put it on the coffee table.

“Hey! I wasn’t done with that,” I snapped as he dragged me to the door. When we were out of it, I asked, “Where are we going?”

“To the grocery store.”

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He threw the towel by the sink and asked, “What’s for dinner?”
“I whipped up some pastitsio.”
“You whipped up some pastitsio?”
I understood the emphasis.
The recipe had about five thousand ingredients, and making the béchamel produced a level of angst in me I never wanted to feel again.
But I thought I cracked it.
Only time would tell.

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I’d forgotten because the girls were coming that night for dinner. I was making beef Stroganoff. And I was again a little nervous.

Just in time, I turned my head so when Logan bent in to give me a peck, I got it on my lips before the doorbell rang again and he was off to go answer it.

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