Feel Like Makin' Love (Rock and Roll Trilogy #3) (40 page)

Cook’s Famous Warm Brown Sugar Scones

With cinnamon and rich brown sugar, these tender, flaky scones are Carlee’s favorite!

Recipe type: Breads

Yield: 8 scones (I cut them smaller so you can eat twice as many!)

Ingredients

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2 cups flour

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1 tablespoon baking powder

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¾ teaspoon kosher salt

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½ cup brown sugar

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2 teaspoons cinnamon

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6 tablespoons unsalted butter, cut into ½-inch squares (salted butter is fine, I just suggest you reduce the salt to ½ teaspoon)

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¾ cup heavy cream

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1 egg

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2 teaspoons vanilla extract

Instructions

1.
  
Whisk together the flour, baking powder, salt, brown sugar, and cinnamon. You may have a few brown sugar lumps - that’s fine. Work in the butter with a pastry blender until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs.

2.
 
In a separate bowl, whisk together the egg, heavy cream, and vanilla.

3.
 
Make a well in the dry ingredients and pour the wet ingredients in. With a wooden spoon, stir just until a dough forms.

4.
 
Turn dough onto a floured surface and form into a disc about 1-inch tall. Cut into 8 wedges.

5.
 
Bake on an ungreased cookie sheet (a cookie sheet lined with a silpat is great, too) at 450 degrees for about 12 - 14 minutes until the scones begin to brown on the bottom.

6.
 
Remove from oven and let cool for about 5 minutes before serving.

Notes

Adapted from
Food Network
/Alton Brown
.

Nanny’s Apple Butter C
ake ~ (Cheater Recipe)

1 28-ounce jar Apple Butter

1
20-ounce can/jar of sliced apples (not fresh)

Add to a sauce
pan and cook on low heat for 20-30 minutes until it gets saucy, but thickens.

1 18.25-ounce box of spaced cake mix (I like Betty Crocker for the
Box Tops for Education
)             

Prepare cake per the package instructi
ons, but you want to bake in small batches so that you have at least 5 layers.

When the ca
ke layers are done add about 3/4 cup between the inner layers and then pour the remaining over the top of the cake. Serve warm.

About the Author

Barbara S Ste
wart (7/13/1959) - Is a yankeebilly. She was born in Havre de Grace, MD, she was raised in the south and you’ll find southern traditions in the stories of her books.

Residing in Middleburg, FL with her husband, Gene,
Barbara has worked in the electronics industry, and most recently in healthcare. She volunteers for causes near and dear to her heart. In 2009, she was awarded the American Cancer Society’s HOPE award for volunteerism.

She writes
love stories.
The ideas for her stories evolve from music – a song she hears that ‘paints a picture.’ She refers to her writing as ‘the sound-track of her life.’ Sprinkled through her stories are humor and sadness based on experiences shared with family and friends. If you know her you may read something and think, ‘is that me?’ You never know...

She loves books by Adriana Trigiani and Nora Roberts, and loves exploring new
ly, self-published authors like her.

The next book in her collection - The Face in the Mirror that she hopes to released in early 2014.

Barbara
loves to hear from readers, and you can find her at:

Website:
http://barbarastewartwrites.com


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:
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The Face In The Mirror

A tease of things to come - Spring 2014

“God Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”

June 14, 2012

I sat in a pew in the front row of the chapel saying my prayers, dreading the encounters I knew were about to take place. I was alone; the funeral director gave me this time alone with her before the others began to arrive. I needed the time alone with her. It would be the last time…

I sat there in the quiet and looked at the casket – a spray of lavender roses lay atop the end that was closed, and the room was full of flowers. It was a sickening smell - all those floral scents mixed together were about to make me gag. There was low light in the room to cast a soft glow – I know they do that to make it peaceful, but it didn’t bring me any kind of peace. I was a mess and I just wanted to scream, ‘Will someone please turn the friggin’ lights on!’

I had not yet been to the casket. I didn’t have the courage, or the energy to go there – the past four days were a blur and I just felt too numb to move.

Where is Midgey? I need her so I can get this over with.

I probably had another ten minutes of solitude before they began arriving.

Breath Rene
e,
i
nhale, exhale you know how to do it…

I turned as I heard people begin to enter, knowing I could no longer stop the inevitable.
Here goes
, and as I had the thought I heard one of my mom’s favorite things in my head. She loved the Beatles, and as I saw the girls I worked with approaching, I heard,
“I get by with a little help from my friends…”

I
really just wanted to go home, crawl in my bed and pull the covers over my head and sleep – for days. I knew they meant well, they were there for me, so I put a smile on my face to greet and thank them for coming.