Saturday, November 3, 2012

COOKING MEMORIES

We are suppose to share our recipes this month—a great time for it with Thanksgiving and Christmas just around the corner. There is just one little issue with me writing about cooking...I don't cook. No, really. I don't. I cook one time a year...Christmas. My hubby cooks most of the time.

It's our little agreement when I began writing in earnest. I still have a regular forty hour a week job besides my writing. So, hubby agreed to take over the cooking. Never was my forte...cooking that is. Goes back to my youth.

When I was growing up, Momma went back to school to finish her degree in teaching. My sister and I took turns cooking supper while she was at class. Now, my sister-she can cook! I mean she makes anything melt in your mouth. Great cook. Me...not so much. My cooking is legendary in my family with my brothers bouncing my biscuits off the patio, my scrambled salmon patties (don't ask)... the list could go on and on until it was decided I would be better cleaning up after supper.

It's not that I can't cook, I just don't enjoy it except on special occasions. I do love to bake. So I thought I would share my recipe for chocolate pie.

Chocolate Pie

1 c. of milk                     1 tsp vanilla
2 eggs yolks                   1 baked pie shell
2 Tbsp. cornstarch         2 egg whites
1 Tbsp. vanilla               1/8 tsp. salt
1 c. sugar                      4 Tbsp. sugar
2 Tbsp. cocoa               1/2 tsp. vanilla

Combine sugar, cornstarch and cocoa. Beat egg yolks and combine with milk. Mix together and cook over low heat until thickened. Pour into cool pie shell. Make meringue by beating egg whites until stiff. add salt, sugar and vanilla to pie with meringue and bake at 300 degrees until brown.

Now would be a great time to promote one of my books where one of my characters was cooking...don't have one of those scenes. What I do have is a great new release...one of my favorite books I've written
Another Night Falls, the third book in the Tides of Charleston Series...it has it all, intrigues, adventure and romance...

A love to die for...

AMAZON, BARNES AND NOBLE, WCP

Sumner Meador walked in a world of wealth and privilege as part of Charles Town’s elite, but that was years ago. Now he fights in the Southern backwoods driven by the passion he holds for the Patriot cause, shadowed by his past. Reeling from a devastating defeat at the hands of the British, Sumner seeks haven at his farm, only to find an interloper—an unwelcome and unwanted distraction. He has no time for the young woman or the complications she brings with her, but soon discovers he has no option but to give aid to the stubborn, courageous beauty whether she wants it or not.

A widower, Sumner has been haunted by the death of his wife and is consumed with a desire for revenge.
Jane Kilmer has been violently thrust into the midst of the civil war ensuing in the backwoods. Hiding from one of the most dangerous vigilantes, Jane trusts no one. Suddenly, she has no choice but to put her life in Sumner’s hands. Both desire revenge, but neither wants what happens—to fall completely, undeniably in love with each other—so much so, that both are willing to die for the other. And they might have to.




5 comments:

Margo Hoornstra said...

Ah Jerri,

A fellow non-cooker! Nice to know I'm not alone. The pie sounds delicious. The book even more so.

Jerri Hines said...

Margo,
Appreciate the kind words of support. It's funny...it does make me feel better knowing I'm not alone in the world when it comes to cooking. It's one of those things I don't mention often in conversation, except to say hubby's a great cook.

Jannine Gallant said...

Yum, chocolate pie! The problem with making dessert is that I want to eat it! This recipe looks great for the holidays. I have non pumkin pie lovers in the extended family.

Vonnie Davis said...

Any post that mentions chocolate is an awesome post. LOL Your pie sounds great.

Jerri Hines said...

It's one of my family favorites...or maybe they're just happy to see me in the kitchen.