Butterbeer Pie

From The Time in Between: “Okay, you tussled in the snow with Midnight, let’s get you warmed up. You want some hot cider? Or cocoa? Or are you hungry? A little snack before dinner?” “Do you have butterly pie?” Janie asked. Cady stared down at her. Shannon bumped Kath with her shoulder. The dust was again rising. “I…no, honey. I don’t have any of that,” Cady answered. “You made us butterly pie and it was yummy. Mommy and I loved it. Mommy said to be sure to say thanks, so...

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Chocolate Chunk Cupcakes

From At Peace: “Nice cupcakes, buddy,” I heard from behind me half an hour later, and I saw in front of me, Feb, who I was talking to, lift her gaze to some high point over my shoulder. Joe obviously was there. I like to think of myself as “not a cake person.” I like cookies. And pie. And pudding. And crumbles. And sundaes. But whenever I’m confronted with a cupcake (or, let’s be honest, cake on the whole), I can’t keep up the pretence. I don’t know who came up with the...

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Yeast Crescents

From Sweet Dreams:      “Dad’s Mom,” I blathered on. “She was Polish and she could cook. I mean she could cook. She made these cookies, like crescent rolls but in cookie form with lots of cinnamon and sugar and butter and the dough was made with sour cream so they were rich and she sifted powdered sugar on them. She made them every Christmas and I always went over to help. She let me brush the melted butter on the rolled out dough and sprinkle the cinnamon and sugar on and...

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Creed’s Pizzookie

From Creed: Brand and I were sitting at Creed’s island with Brand talking a mile a minute, while Kara and Creed were making what they told me was called a “pizzookie.” The pizzookie, as described, was a phenomenon whose existence I was shocked I’d not only never heard of before, but also had never partaken of, copiously. Apparently, you took store bought cookie dough, sprayed a cake tin, scrunched a bunch of dough in the bottom, baked it until it was just cooked but...

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Roxie’s Stuffed French Toast

From Rock Chick Redemption: I rolled my eyes to the ceiling then brought them back to him. “I’m going to have coffee, make you French toast for breakfast and you’re going to take me back to Tex’s. Then I’m going to get my car, find Annette and go.” “French toast sounds good.” He obviously felt like ignoring the rest of what I said. Whatever. “Do you have bread, eggs, maple syrup?” I asked. His head dipped and went to my neck. With his lips there, he said, “Probably.”...

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Nina’s Fish Pie

From The Gamble: “Smells good,” he murmured when his head came up. “Fish pie.” “Mm.” God, he could “mm” great in that gravelly way of his. Okay, hang on a second, I have to think of Max murmuring “Mm…” Right, I’m back. And now I get to think about fish pie. Normally, the words “fish pie” would not make me excited. I can’t say I’m a fish type o’ gal. If I can order a steak or a burger at some joint, no way am I getting the sea bass. Unless it’s lobster. Watch out if there’s...

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Steph’s Chicken

From Bounty: “Steph’s chicken.” “Who’s Steph?” “Some unknown, faceless but undeniably brilliant woman who came up with a killer Crock-Pot recipe for chicken.”   Like Jussy, I actually don’t know who Steph is either. Steph is a friend of my sister Erika’s. I’ve never met her. I don’t know if she made this up or found it somewhere. I don’t care. I just love the fact she exists just so I can eat this.   Ingredients 1 Regular Package of Chicken (4 breasts) 2 (or 3, I...

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Taco Extravaganza

From Sebring: “He knew it in that instant because he also knew in that instant he’d do anything, absolutely anything, beg, borrow, steal, kill, crawl, lie, cheat, die, eat taco extravaganza… All just for her smile.” Yep, this is the recipe for Livvie’s Taco Extravaganza, the first meal she made Nick in Sebring. Actually, it’s a recipe my Auntie Bec found waaaaaaay back in the day that she made just for her and me. We were both on a diet and she said we’d have a “free...

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Fully Loaded Potato Casserole

(Or Cassidy’s gift to Deacon when she learned he was a meat and potatoes man.) My sister says she’s a terrible cook. I’m not sure my sister lies about anything. Except this. Whenever we have a family dinner, she always apologizes about how the food she cooked went. Mind you, she does this to a silent table because we’re all gobbling her shizzle up as fast as we possibly can. She’s just a perfectionist. A perfectionist who is a damn fine cook. One day, I went over to her...

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Chocolate Filled Snowballs

If memory serves, this recipe, that my mom introduced us to, is really my Gramma Moutaw’s recipe. Though, alas, the true origin of this recipe is lost in the sands of time in my mind. I just know that every Christmas, Mom made these. Then after I left home, every Christmas, I made them…until I moved to England and couldn’t get Hershey’s kisses. I missed them. These are also the cookies The Promise’s Benny Bianchi adores and Frankie Concetti...

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Gramma Moutaw’s Chocolate Maraschino Cherry Cake

My Gramma Moutaw did a variety of things exceptionally well. One, she was one of those people who was gut-bustingly funny in a way where she was surprised you laughed at her brilliance, which made her even funnier. Two, she could crochet like a dream. Three, she accessorized beautifully. And last, my gramma could COOK! We lived in Indiana and she lived in California so we didn’t see her often. But I remember, every time we saw her, it was a good time full of laughter,...

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Toad in the Hole

The British have a way with putting meat and bread together and they have a long, glorious history of this. Have you ever heard of the Earl of Sandwich? I rest my case. If you ever come to the British Isles and go out to eat, do not eat pizza or hamburgers. You will be disappointed. You will go home and tell your friends and family that British food sucks. And you will be wrong. Order a steak and ale pie (meat, bread (or, more accurately, puff pastry which is even better)...

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Snickerdoodles

I’m instigating the Great American Cookie debate. What is the greatest American cookie? My current vote: The Snickerdoodle. Now, in the UK, they call cookies “biscuits”. They also call them cookies but mostly they clarify this with “American” before the use of the word “cookie”. After copious sampling, I cannot really tell you the difference between a “biscuit” and a “cookie” except that, in the UK, biscuits are store bought (and crunchy) and American cookies are usually...

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Erika’s Sausage and Mushroom Cups

Or what Jet makes for the gang when she screws things up royally with Eddie in Rock Chick Rescue So, she pushed me into not only going, but also making her sausage, olive and mushroom cups and taking them with me. She was obviously thinking that I’d work my way into Eddie’s heart by filling his stomach with sausage, olive and mushrooms, doused in cream, garlic and Parmesan sauce in a toasted bread cup. I walked into Hank’s carrying a platter covered with foil. It was still...

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Rock Chick Cookies

(Or Eddie’s favorite cookies in Rock Chick Rescue) In America, we grow up being fed peanut butter. Sure, there are probably some who do not like peanut butter but these people scare me. This is not to say people who are allergic to nuts scare me, just people who don’t like peanut butter. Peanut butter is great. You can put it on bread, with grape jelly, and have yourself a delicious sandwich. You can put it on a rice cake, with marshmallow fluff, and have yourself a...

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Momma’s Super-Yummy Hot Fudge Sauce

Honestly? I have no idea where I put this recipe in my books. Except I know I love it so much, it has to be in them somewhere. Or several somewheres. Now, there was a minor family squabble about this hot fundge sauce. See, my Auntie Bec preferred her hot fudge, which was essentially melting some chocolate chips with something else, who knows what. I don’t remember, it was too sludgy for me so I wasn’t a big fan and didn’t pay attention. This, mind you, was...

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Milky Way Cake

This is the cake Rocky makes Layne in Golden Trail. Okay, I cannot say this is the most decadent cake in the entire world. I’m still researching this phenomenon and I’ll get back to you. One thing I can say is it’s pretty freaking decadent. Anything that has eleven Milky Way (Mars Bars, UK) in it has got to be decadent but look at the other frickin’ ingredients. A cup of butter? Two of sugar? Four eggs? And that’s just in the cake. The frosting has more butter and a box and...

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Kit’s Fried Chicken

Ingredients Marinade: Buttermilk Salt Tabasco Chicken Coating: Flour Baking Soda (or, for the Brits, Bicarb) Salt Pepper Seasoning (your choice: Italian Seasoning and/or Garlic Salt OR Cayenne Pepper OR Chilli Powder or be creative) Fry in: Crisco or, in the UK, Trex (apparently, for true Southern fried chicken, you’re supposed to use Lard but Lard freaks me out so I don’t use it and Crisco or Trex are loads better, in my opinion, lighter fried chicken (if there is such a...

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Gratin Dauphenois con Queso

(Or Au Gratin Potatoes) Yes, you read that right, Gratin Dauphenois con queso, I’m American, I have no trouble mixing languages, capisce? And luckily I don’t know Gordo Ramsay and DeeBaby Smith and it is very doubtful they read my website or I’m sure their heads would explode (not only at the name of the recipe but also at their new nicknames). I think of Gratin Dauphenois con Queso as my mother-in-law, Gwyneth’s recipe – even though it...

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Gram’s Baked Beans

My grandmother liked beans, all kinds of beans, she had beans boiling on the stove every day, it seemed like. She also used to put her apple cores on the electric burners and then she’d turn them on low. This drove my Gramps insane because he thought it was a fire hazard. Gram called it “early potpourri” (after, of course, potpourri became the thing). Anyhoots… I never ate Gram’s beans because she boiled them so much, they were all globby and they freaked me out. But Gram’s...

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