Tags: Butter Pecan, Candy, Chocolate, Christmas, corn flakes, feuilletine, white chocolate
This morning I swore I wasn’t going to put this post up because the photos turned out awful. These babies do not mesh well with artificial light. But then I thought ‘This candy is so darn good, why would I hold back over photos?’
These are normal thoughts if you have a food blog.. and completely justified since photos are the most important aspect of a food blog. You eat with your eyes online. This is why I groan so much about not having natural light. One more time...everyone has natural light, whyyy not meeee? :/
Remember the filling for my Butter Pecan Thumbprint cookies? Well, of course you do, since it was my last post…from like 5 days ago.
Tags: Alcohol, Champagne, Chocolate, Cocktails, Drinks, Floats, Friday Cocktail, Ice Cream, Passion Fruit, raspberries, sorbet, Sparkling Wine
I’d like to introduce you to the first alcoholic beverage on my blog. Actually..I only have one other beverage on this blog, but..whatever. You see..if you’ve been reading my blog for a while..particularly my Bad Boy First Love saga, you know I can’t hold my alcohol, so therefore..I don’t drink very often. Two glasses of wine and I’m telling everyone I love them. Any more than that and you’re likely to find me on my knees with my head over the toilet..or in bed with a waste paper basket within reach. Sad, huh?
When Barbara of Creative Culinary asked if I would like to join in on her 1 year Friday Happy Hour Cocktail anniversary..of course I obliged. Her Friday cocktails are pretty amazing and extremely creative. Forget the cake or pie..some of them could be dessert! Personally, I’ve always been quite fond of her Vootbeer. With a scoop of ice cream, you’re all set! Barb is quite the cocktail creator, mixer – so much so, that sometimes I call her the ‘Barbtender’ – bah dum bump.
I told her I’d never made a cocktail in my life so I would just make a drink and add booze to it. A jigger? What’s a jigger?
Granted..it’s not that hard to make a cocktail and of course I could figure it out..but then decided to forgo the shaker, ice and again..jiggers etc..and take a much easier route – ice cream sodas of a sort, but no seltzer here. How about good old bubbly aka champagne or sparkling wine?!? Apparently it can only be called champagne if it’s made in the champagne region of France. Well..La Di Da.
That said, my inspiration stemmed from THIS luscious looking drink I pinned a few days ago. I really love champagne, but again..more than two glasses and blah, blah, blah ad nauseam, literally ad nauseam! However..what’s a little champagne with dark chocolate ice cream and fruit sorbet? I couldn’t possibly get sick from that, right?
Well..I didn’t, but I did end up incredibly engrossed in an episode of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo. Mama was makin’ ‘sketti’ (spaghetti) using what looked to be a whole tub of Country Crock shed spread and a lot of ketchup.
I was buzzed, I giggled…a lot. I thought it was gross.
Then I realized I had no right to giggle because when I was Honey Boo Boo’s age I only ate my ‘pasgetti’ with ketchup. Tomato sauce wasn’t sweet enough for my ‘pasgetti’.
As usual..I digress.
A bartender or cocktail maker I will never be. Just as I was about to take the money shot photo of the raspberry sorbet – chocolate float, tapping some extra ice cream into the glass – the glass broke. Look at the finished raspberry - chocolate float photos..way in the back. I tried to hide it with raspberries, to no avail. My beautiful chocolate shavings were history, and I snapped away rapidly as it spilled out the back, thinking….just let me get two decent shots, please!!
Well – I didn’t get decent, but at least I got photos – so I photoshopped the crap out of them and now they look even worse. I’d definitely give something up for natural light to take photos in – just can’t decide what. Not body parts.
Despite that disaster…I also made a float with passion fruit sorbet (which I bought) and chocolate ice cream – no broken glass this time..and that was the one I drank. LOVED IT.
As for the recipe..it was very convenient for me because I made the dark chocolate ice cream two weeks ago, and I made the raspberry sorbet last July, so the remains of each were in my freezer. Like I mentioned above..I cheated and bought the passion fruit sorbet – a really good brand that rhymes with Bloggin’ Bloss.
If you’re a teetotaler, use seltzer in place of the la di da champagne or sparkling wine.
There really is no method to putting these together. One scoop of chocolate ice cream plus one scoop of your favorite fruit sorbet, then pour in the champagne until it overflows a bit. BUT, I will link you to the recipes for the dark chocolate ice cream and the raspberry sorbet. There, I just linked you.
Be sure to check out Barb’s Friday Cocktail Anniversary post. – @FridayCocktail on Twitter, A lot of bloggers made cocktails..real cocktails, I’m sure – real cocktails without broken glasses. I’ll bet my ‘ketchup pasgetti’ some even measured with jiggers!
Tags: #getbaking, Chocolate, malted loaf, Malted Milk Powder, quick bread, strawberries
Remember when I announced that there was a new bread baking challenge in town called The Bread Baking Society and I participated in the focaccia theme last May? Well that new bread baking challenge is now a NEWER bread baking challenge. My friend Lora, of Cake Duchess, the brainchild behind The Bread Baking Society, has decided to give The Bread Baking Society a small makeover and has invited me, her Mom, Lizzy of food and thrift, Barbara of Creative Culinary, and Jamie of Life’s a Feast along for the ride. Say hello to Twelve Loaves, and below is what it’s all about and the rules – beautifully written by Jamie and beautifully copied and pasted by me!
Twelve Loaves was created to inspire you to bake more from scratch at home, in your kitchen. Bake along with us every month and discover and rediscover the joys of home baking for your family and friends. We know it’s not an easy task and we are here to inspire you along the way. A Baking Revolution!
What unites Twelve Loaves and all of you? We love baking from scratch because people love eating real bread, real cakes, delectable treats right out of the oven. Together we will discover new recipes and learn and master new techniques, discover flavors, textures, new ways to experience bread at the table with family and friends. 12 months, 12 baked goods, 12 challenges… so get baking!
Our very first Twelve Loaves theme for the month of August is Bread with Summer Fruit. Bake a bread, yeast or quick bread, loaf or individual, filled, stuffed, studded or topped with your favorite fresh summer fruit or berries.
Just follow the rules, it’s as easy as pie:
1. When you post your Twelve Loaves bread on your blog, make sure that you mention the Twelve Loaves challenge in your post and mention and link back to Lora, Lisa and Jamie’s blogs. Please make sure that your Bread is inspired by the theme! This is obligatory if you would like your link to be included!
2. Please link your post to the linky tool at the bottom of Lora, Lisa or Jamie’s blog. It must be a bread baked to the Twelve Loaves theme.
3. Feel free to promote the Twelve Loaves by proudly displaying the Twelve Loaves badge in your Twelve Loaves post as well as in your sidebar! It isn’t mandatory but is a nice way to get the word out!
4. Have your Twelve Loaves bread post up any time in August..the deadline is August 31, 2012.
Now, Get Baking!
With that said..I’m the hostess with the leastest. Jamie made a gorgeous chocolate chip cherry maple challah, Lizzy made a stunning, limoncello glazed blueberry – peach bread , Barbara made a luscious cherry bread with a crunchy cinnamon almond topping, and Lora made a beautiful blueberry cream cheese braid. I made a quick bread..because it was well..quick and I wanted to bake with them, not just put up an announcement. However..this quick bread is kind of special. The title says it all…malted, as in malted milk powder is added to the batter. There are malted layer cakes, malted milkshakes, malted milk balls, and I even saw some malted pancakes and waffles on the internet a few months ago, so..why not malted quick bread?
I LOVE most anything that has malted milk powder in it. One summer, years ago..there was a Dairy Queen about 15 minutes from where I lived at the time. Every time I passed it..which was quite often, I pulled in and ordered either a strawberry or vanilla malted milkshake. I still remember that first icy sip on those warm, summer nights…the malt hitting my palate like a dart to the center of a bullseye – making me giddy every.single.time. Sadly, that Dairy Queen was soon knocked down, replaced by a drive-through bank. They wouldn’t let me withdraw a malted milkshake.
Soon I was knocking back boxes of malted milk balls to satiate my malted addiction.
Discovering malted milk powder in the supermarket was a happy day for me, and for the rest of that summer I was making my own vanilla malted milkshakes, albeit nowhere near as much as I bought them at the Dairy Queen. They were not even close to the ones I used to get at Dairy Queen, (I can never get a milkshake or malt as thick and creamy as the ones you get at any ice cream establishment – no matter how much ice cream I add. What’s the secret?) but the malted flavor still hit the spot. Regardless..I think every artery in my heart is glad that DQ went away,..as well as my belly and butt.
Having said all that, the flavor the malted milk powder in this quick bread..along with chunks of fresh, summer strawberries and Valrhona chocolate, is out of this world and reminiscent of a malted milkshake. The thing is…how do you describe the flavor of malted? I’ve pondered this over and over and I cannot find any adjectives that fit. Can any of you?
I took a base recipe for quick bread from the Joy of Baking, made a few base changes to it..and then went to town on it. I love how it turned out… a burst of fresh strawberry and creamy, melted chocolate throughout the super moist, malted vanilla loaf. Strawberries may not bake up very pretty..as you can see in the photos, but who cares if it tastes good? Initially I was going to use a variety of fruits, minus chocolate, in this bread…sticking with my ‘eat the rainbow’ theme this summer, but then decided it was overkill. Plus, I couldn’t find a green fruit I felt would work well. Cooked kiwi? NO. Kiwi loses a ton of flavor when cooked, unless made into a jam with loads of sugar. Green grapes? Nah.
I do have one regret. I wish I had topped the bread with lots of strawberry slices and chocolate chunks. I sliced up one strawberry and placed it on top with a sprinkle of malted milk powder. The batter rose over half the strawberry slices, leaving me with three slices playing peekaboo..instead of the original six, front and center. So, if you do make this..I suggest a good amount of strawberry slices, chocolate chunks and malted milk powder on top. Not only will it be prettier, but it’ll add more texture …and flavor, of course.
Finally..one last time..you have the whole month of August to link up your summer fruit bread..any kind of bread..no yeast required. Just click on the linky below and follow the directions. Don’t forget to tweet (if you use Twitter – not required) your fruity creation @TwelveLoaves with the hashtags #TwelveLoaves and #getbaking !
You can use any recipe you’d like..including any of ours! The sky is the limit..as long as your bread contains summer fruit.
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Chocolate Chunk Strawberry Malted Loaf
Adapted from Joy of Baking, with my revisions
1/2 cup (4 oz) unsalted butter, room temperature
1/2 cup granulated sugar
3 large eggs
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup sour cream or plain Greek yogurt
3/4 cup malted milk powder
1 1/2 cups fresh strawberry chunks ( I quarted each strawberry)
1 cup good quality semisweet,milk or bittersweet chocolate. cut into chunks (I prefer this over chocolate chips because it remains melted and gooey long after baking)
Extra flour for coating the chocolate and strawberries
extra strawberries and chocolate chunks to top the bread..which I wish I did!
1. Stir the malted milk powder into the sour cream or yogurt and let dissolve while you prepare everything.
2. Combine the flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt in a bowl. Set aside. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
3. In the bowl of your electric mixer, or with a hand mixer, beat the butter until softened. Add the sugar and continue to beat until light and fluffy. Add eggs, one at a time, beating until combined before adding the next egg. Beat in vanilla extract.
4. Alternately add the flour mixture with the sour cream or yogurt malted powder mixture…ending with the flour.
5. Place the strawberry and chocolate chunks in a strainer over a bowl and coat them with flour..about 1/4 cup…shaking off the excess into the bowl beneath it.
6. Fold the flour coated strawberries and chocolate into the batter gently, (the batter will be a little thick).
7. Pour and scrape the batter into a lightly greased and floured 9 x 5 – inch loaf pan. Top with extra strawberry chunks, chocolate chunks and a sprinkle of malted milk powder.
8. Bake at 350 degrees F for 60 – 65 minutes, until the loaf is puffed, golden brown and a skewer inserted in the center comes out clean. Let cool on a wire rack for 10 minutes, then remove from pan and let cool on rack fully before slicing.
9. Keep any leftovers refrigerated, for about two days at most. although I doubt you’ll have any leftovers!
Bad Boy First Love Part 16 will be coming soon. I couldn’t hit that zone..and when I don’t hit that zone..I don’t flow..and when I don’t flow..it sucks, which has happened in about half or more of the parts.
Tags: battenberg Cake, Black Sesame, Cashew Marzipan, Chocolate, Fondant, Ginger, Japanese, Matcha Powder, Modeling Chocolate, Sakura
Would you like a spot of matcha tea with your black sesame – ginger scones? By golly, I’ve done it again! I’ve taken something traditional, and went completely barmy on it! OK, I wrote a whole entry in ‘Brit’ lingo back in ’09, and I’m not going to make any of you who remember, suffer through it again.
However..I’ve taken a thoroughly British cake, called a Battenberg Cake, first created to celebrate the marriage of Queen Victoria’s granddaughter, Princess Victoria, to husband Prince Louis of Battenberg, and infused it with Asian, mainly Japanese, flavors, and decorated it in kind. I know one thing for sure..as tasty and pretty as it is, it would probably shock the tickety-boos out of the Queen if it was served to her at any tea or special event.
Mandy of What The Fruitcake?! came to our rescue last-minute to present us with the Battenburg Cake challenge! She highlighted Mary Berry’s techniques and recipes to allow us to create this unique little cake with ease.
I was supposed to co-host, or shall I say sidekick this challenge with Mandy, but like a lot of promises and deadlines the past 3 months, I had to drop out (or delay). Not that I didn’t try, but, unfortunately, the humidity ghoul came stomping down on my jubilee – again. I ordered a Battenberg pan because I wanted to take the easy way out, (which I will get to in a moment), and just my luck, two tries stuck to the pan because of the stickiness in the air.
I won’t bore you with the trials and tribulations of my homemade cashew marzipan…but I will say, the humidity made it nearly impossible to roll out and wrap the cake in..so we ate it in chunks and I regretfully had to inform Mandy I wouldn’t be able to pull this one out in time. It certainly doesn’t help matters when your brain has been scattered too. Scattered brain doesn’t make for focused baking, decorating, or anything for that matter.
BUT, there is a light at the end of this tunnel. As a participant instead of co-host, I had some time to take advantage of a few clear weekend days and week nights to play with the Battenberg, and my cashew marzipan rolled out quite nicely.
As for the aforementioned Battenberg pan – when you see the challenge recipe, if you click the link below, you’ll notice that you don’t need a Battenberg pan to make this cake. A 7 to 8-inch square pan that you divide in half with parchment paper or foil works perfectly. Once the cake is baked, you slice each half in half, trimming off the uneven crusty bits to get perfect squares. Simple, right? Why spend the money on a Battenberg pan?
Well, I’m a horrible cutter/trimmer. I’m a crooked person – I always cut things crookedly. This is why I bought the pan – to make my presently off-kilter life easier. The less I have to think about something, the better.
So, now that I didn’t have to worry about anything other than slicing the top of the cakes off the pan with one quick cut, it made it easier to play, and play I did. When I was going to co-host, Mandy asked if I might want to make a matcha – black sesame version, or something off the beaten path.
Since I did something very similar with the Daring Bakers Dobos Torte (egads, horrific photos - look away!), again, back in ’09, it was an affirmative. I added 1 tablespoon of matcha powder and 2 teaspoons milk, to half the batter, and 1 cup of black sesame seeds to the other half. It doesn’t get any easier than that.
My original plan was to bind the cakes together with a sweet adzuki bean paste or an adzuki bean paste buttercream, like I did with the Dobos Torte. I changed my mind after deciding this baby needed some chocolate. I steeped some fresh ginger in hot cream, then poured it over chopped, dark chocolate, letting it set to a medium ganache, and used that instead. Definitely a great decision.
For the wrap, I colored homemade cashew marzipan red, then added dark modeling chocolate (aka chocolate plastique – included in the challenge recipes) tree branches, and tiny white fondant Japanese cherry blossoms called sakura – well, my version of them. I decided to do the blossoms and branches at the last-minute, and each blossom took for-ev-er by hand, with no tools (I got so fed up after three, I started pinching them into stars!) – so that was the most tedious part, but again, it was my decor decision, not something Mandy requested.
With that said, I’m not a fan of fondant, but there’s not a ton of tiny blossoms, so you can either eat them, or flick them into the trash if you don’t care for fondant either.
Thanks for an awesome challenge, Mandy, my dear friend! To get all the recipes for the Battenberg cake, and see a gorgeous array of step-by-step photos, not to mention two awesome Battenburg cakes Mandy made, click HERE. To see the beautiful Battenburg cakes my fellow Daring Bakers created, click on the links to their blogs, HERE.
Now to Part 14A (YES..14A) of Bad Boy First Love. If you’re just tuning in, Part One is HERE, Part Two is HERE , Part Three is HERE, Part Four is HERE, Part Five is HERE, Part Six is HERE, Part Seven is HERE, Part 8 is HERE, Part 9 is HERE, Part Ten is HERE, Part 11 is HERE, Part 12 is HERE, Part 13A is HERE, and Part 13B is HERE.
Right before I was going to ask him how he got my number, I remembered, but he said it first..
“I got your number from Tracy”
Tracy was one of their girl friends who would come down on weekends. I liked all of their hometown girlfriends and girl friends that visited, but Tracy was my favorite. Instead of packing a suitcase or duffle bag, she would max out her credit card at Bloomies or Saks, then drive down loaded with shopping bags of great clothes, like a rich shopping bag lady.
She would pull up in her car, bright blue eyes shining, blonde hair perfectly tousled, like she barely put any thought or effort into it – her cute, little turned up nose crinkling as she struggled to grab all the bags at once before getting out of the car. Of course I’d run to help her..I was always happy to see her.
I could tell my silence made him uncomfortable..he cleared his throat then continued.
“We knew you’d probably be home packing since you’re leaving for Boston tomorrow, and Scott is having a party, so they thought it would be great idea to invite you – they want to see you, especially Tracy”
I was being a little cold. I felt bad because he was truly a nice guy, albeit a little used to getting what he wanted when it came to those of the female persuasion.
“So why didn’t Tracy call me?” I asked skeptically
He laughed awkwardly. I certainly wasn’t making this easy for him.
“Well, I kind of volunteered – I’d like to see you too”
“Gary, that’s really sweet, but you know I’m in love with Dreamboat”
His voice rose..
“No, no, no..don’t sell yourself short, I had a blast with you down the shore – we can’t be friends?”
I couldn’t bear the thought of sitting alone for 6 hours missing Dreamboat – waiting for him to call, and I was a little naive.
“OK, come get me, but bring Tracy or one of the girls with you”
I could almost hear him relax..
“Great, I just need your address, and we’ll be there in about 15 minutes”
I waited outside for them. I couldn’t help smiling when his car pulled up and Tracy was hanging out the window squealing. I hopped into the backseat and soon we were chirping away like birdies at sunrise. It was as if Gary wasn’t even there.
I hung out with the girls the whole time, but of course Gary kept popping in seeing if I needed or wanted anything – like a boyfriend. If I left the room for a second, he was soon by my side, protective – like a boyfriend. I hated it..and found ways to slither back to the fun girl room quickly. One time, I was saved by Scott..
“Tell your guy I want a rematch..it was just a bad night for me, too much pizza” he said with a wink.
Let’s go back a bit, to almost two weeks earlier;
Down the shore…the guys could never stop bragging about how Scott could guzzle a whole bottle of beer in less than a minute. Well..I happened to know for sure that Dreamboat could do it faster, so I told them that. The match was on..without Dreamboat’s knowledge.
When he came to pick me up that night after work…I meekly told him what I’d put him up to. I loved his response..a very nonchalant..
“That’s cool, let’s go do it” as he took my hand and led me toward their apartment.
They sat down at a table across from one another – Scott, so confident, he insisted some money be put down – $20 bucks, to be exact. They each placed a 20 on the table, then lifted their beers, ready to go – then 1-2-3, GO! Within 30 seconds Dreamboat slammed his bottle down. Scott was still guzzling. Animal House in full motion.
Dreamboat grabbed the two 20′s, stood up, shook Scott’s hand, said goodnight to everyone, and off we went. No smile..no bragging..no fanfare. I melted as we walked out the door – momentarily looking back to see the guys picking up his bottle, studying it, turning it over and over.. like it was a rare gem – looking for any tiny flaw, aka even a drop of beer, so they could call foul.
I knew they wouldn’t.
It’s amazing what can impress the hell out of you when you’re a teenager. I was not only madly in love with Dreamboat, I also thought he was the coolest guy on earth.
So, back at the party, the girls were getting bored by 10 pm and wanted to head out to a local club with their fake ID’s. Of course, I declined - I wanted to be home by 11 pm to do some last-minute scans through my house and bedroom, making sure I wasn’t forgetting anything, but most importantly, Dreamboat would be calling some time after midnight.
Obviously, Gary would be driving me home. He had to make a phone call first, so I plopped down on a reclining chair in front of the TV in Scott’s den. Gary pulled up a folding chair next to the recliner..at a 90 degree angle to me…facing my right arm, which I had up on the armrest. He’s still talking on the phone..so this struck me as kind of an odd move. He kept inching closer and closer, sort of leaning down towards me.
Next thing I know..he’s fiddling with my bracelet, a bracelet that Dreamboat gave me. It was almost sacrilege ..a guy that Dreamboat specifically asked to stop chasing me, is now playing with a token of Dreamboat’s love for me. I pulled my arm away. That means..I’m not interested – Strike 1.
He whispered “Sorry” and continued to talk on the phone to some guy he was selling his car to. What happened next is what I call the ‘Wet Lip’ incident, and to this day, it remains crystal clear in my memory chamber.
He had backed away, so I blew it off as phone tinkering..meaning when you inadvertently doodle on a piece of paper or pull aimlessly at a stray thread on a blanket while talking on the phone. No harm, no foul..it was all cool – or so I thought.
I relaxed again…a little tired, so I sort of zoned out..staring at a couple declaring their undying love for one another in some B list movie on television – my eyes at half-mast. Suddenly I felt his hair against my cheek, then his breath. Next thing I know, in between telling the guy he was talking to..
“Well…you can come by and check the engine tomorrow” and “It runs really great”,
..two wet lips hit mine..slowly and tentatively. I instinctively jerked my head away. The funny thing is, my first thought was..Why are his lips so wet? Did he actually saturate them with his tongue a million times before pulling this sneaky move? – instead of - What the $%^& are you doing? Which came next.
He backed off again…apologizing profusely. I began to wonder if he had even been talking to someone on the phone..maybe it was just some weird move he felt might work.? I was pissed.
“Take me home, Gary..NOW.” I’m not interested – Strike 2.
He immediately grabbed his keys, softly telling me how sorry he was, but I barely heard it..I just kept walking to his car – furious. When we pulled up to my house..he asked me if I was going to remain faithful to Dreamboat at college, insinuating that it would be almost impossible, since he had already gone two years at Rutgers, and it’s an academic meat market.
“Are you kidding me, Gary? Absolutely..I don’t want anyone else..I want to marry this man!”
He shook his head..then asked..”Then why aren’t you going to school locally?”
His question brought back that 4th of July evening, when Dreamboat, in his most vulnerable state, had me up against the tree, asking me to go local so we wouldn’t be apart.
I felt a tear, but quickly wiped it away.
Even though I didn’t feel I owed him an explanation, I explained anyway, to prove how much I loved Dreamboat.
He nodded..”Well..I guess that seals it”
“More than you know” I said, with a dash of ice
He leaned over..quickly requesting ”Just a goodbye/good luck peck” before I had any say in the matter, then pressed his wet lips to my cheek, but as close to my mouth as he could get. I pulled away, then opened the car door, wiping his slobbery peck off when he wasn’t looking.
“Goodnight, Gary..and thanks for driving me home”. I was out of there and at my front entrance in seconds. I’m not interested – Strike 3.
I ran up to my room and laid down on my bed. I couldn’t decide whether I should tell Dreamboat what happened, but then echoes of his friend’s stories filled my head..
“He almost killed a guy for beating his cousin to a pulp – they had the cuffs on him until they saw he pretty much saved his cousin’s life by nearly killing the guy”
Dreamboat would think nothing of getting in his car at 1 am and driving to find and beat the living daylights out of Gary. Gary would be beaten to a pulp, like the guy who attacked his cousin, and Dreamboat would definitely be arrested. I decided not to tell him..ever. I was leaving for Boston in about 12 hours..there would be no more chances for Gary to hit on me.
I laid there for a long while..I no longer felt like doing any last-minute checking for anything I might have forgotten.
I closed my eyes and ran my fingers back and forth over my lips. Gary’s wet, slimy lips were now the last to have touched mine until Thanksgiving..wiping away Dreamboat’s sweet goodbye kisses, less than 12 hours earlier. I called for my dog..who came running and jumped on my bed. I kissed his face and snout all over, then laid one squarely on his mouth.
The phone rang.
I picked it up “Hello?”
“Hey, Killer” a male voice whispered sweetly.
“Hey, baby” a female voice whispered back just as sweetly.
I felt his deep love and warmth envelop me. I grabbed the teddy bear with his T-shirt and hugged it to my chest. After 15 minutes of sweet talk – I was wracked with guilt, he really did deserve to know that the guy he politely asked to stop hitting on me, had done it again. But, the ramifications could/would be brutal, plus, I was a little worried he might not be thrilled to know that I went to this party via the invite from Gary. It was all on the tip of my tongue. waiting to slide off..I hated holding anything back from him…
Part 14B coming soon.