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August 18, 2014

It's been almost a month since the unimaginable happened. I always backup my writing, and now and again remember to backup my photos. I have--make that had--five years of photos of our gardens, family, feathered friends who visit our yard, walks in the woods, writing conferences and events, and favorite recipes baked. But by far the most heart-rending loss is the loss of Wedding pictures for our darling daughter and her hubby and grandbaby pictures.
It all started with my laptop crashing, not once, but three times. I'm usually diligent in backing up everything, but somehow this last time, I didn't get my photos on my memory stick. I'm devastated. 
I do still have the fab camera that my darling boys surprised me with at Christmas, but I keep getting these twinges and find myself grimacing when I remember all that I've lost. It's like that roll of film we took in 1985 when we drove to Nashville so that our oldest (and only at the time) son could meet his great grandmother. When we got back I took the film to be developed and something happened in the processing and the negatives were corrupted. I was heartbroken then too. 
But, I'm here, and I can take more pictures. No, I cannot recapture those precious firsts, those milestones from birth to nearly 3 years old for our oldest grandbaby, or from birth to six months old for our youngest grandbaby. But I do get to hug them still and try to snap pics of them ... but as they are constantly moving, I've got a 50/50 chance of actually getting a pic that's focused. ;)
I'm tired of being afraid that technology will let me down again. I'm tired of cursing my laptop. So I'm going to trust that when I upload a month's worth of photos that I've taken that they will make it onto my memory stick.
Fingers crossed ...
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Published on August 18, 2014 07:45 • 1 view

July 10, 2014

The Dark Seduction of Miss Jane by Amanda McIntyre
Her future. His past. A deadly game of seduction.
A scandalous betrayal sets Miss Jane Goodwin on an unexpected journey to London to pursue her dream of being the first female investigative journalist, but she soon finds herself in a hotbed of murder and controversy. Seduced by the passions of a mysterious lover and stalked by a madman, Jane falls prey to her desires as tensions mount, only to discover a deadly secret that threatens more than just her trust in men.
Inspector Randolph Mansfield is one of Scotland Yard’s elite, battling the dark secrets of his past while trying to solve a rash of grisly murders threatening to mar Queen Victoria’s Jubilee. His respite is the anonymity he finds in the decadence of a private gentleman’s club, until a determined American journalist goes undercover in search of her stalker and he finds the lines between protection and passion blurred. But as tensions heat and her life is threatened, he must choose whether to reveal his true identity at the risk of losing both her trust and his career.
“A wonderful blend of sexy romance and sinister mystery!”~ USA & NYT Bestselling author, Caridad Pineiro
WEBSITE: http://www.amandamcintyresbooks.com/FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/AmandaMcIntyreAuthorFanPageTWITTER: https://twitter.com/amandamcintyre1GOODREADS: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/519786.Amanda_McIntyreAMAZON AUTHOR: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B002C1KH2Q

EXCERPT:

“Why don’t I tell you about our writing club while we wait?” Isabella suggested.
Jane drew in her head, less interested in hearing about the club than what was preventing their progress in getting there. She dropped her book and gloves on the seat beside her and gathered her skirts to exit the carriage. “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll just step outside and see what the reason for our delay is.” The truth of it was that the stifling heat inside the cab was making her nauseated.
“Watch out, miss,” a gruff voice boomed out of nowhere as she opened the door. Caught off guard, she missed the step entirely and escaped total embarrassment of landing on her face thanks to a set of strong arms that captured her waist. “You should learn to look, young woman, before you step from a coach.”
Jane steadied her legs, preparing to face her rescuer.
“Excuse me, miss. I’m in a bit of a hurry.”
“But I…” She barely caught a glimpse of him as he turned and headed at a quick gait up the street. From her view, she noted his hair, badly in need of attention, was thick, coal black and hung in deep waves over his collar. His dark brown coat flapped around his long legs in his determined haste.
“Ah, I see you’ve met our illustrious Inspector Mansfield.” Wesley hopped from the carriage. Together they watched him disappear around the corner of a building a few yards ahead. Other curiosity seekers were trotting toward the same direction.
“Come on.” Intrigued, she grabbed Wesley’s hand.
“Where to, Miss Jane?” He gave her a puzzled look, but kept up with her stride.

“To wherever he is going. He is the inspector, correct?”“True, but…”
Jane lifted the hem of her skirt, empowered by the familiar rush of a reporter’s adrenaline infusing her stamina. She looked over her shoulder and spoke to Wesley, who lagged a few steps behind. “Then we certainly don’t want to miss whatever he is so hell-bent to get to.” This is what she lived for, the drama of everyday life. Perhaps it was the thrill of the unknown—the chase, as it were. A trait derived no doubt by her adventuresome parents. They never settled for long between their journeys, always, it seemed, in a constant state of preparation for their next mission. They loved Jane, of course, but as she grew older, she began to wonder if her conception had simply been another grand venture. When they were around, they were larger than life to her—filled with glorious stories and tales of their journeys. And when they were gone and her life was divided between boarding school and Aunt Cornelia’s house, their letters were all that Jane had to cling to in her adolescence. They had promised that when she was of a proper age, they would take her with them. But that promise—unfilled—followed them to their graves. Now it was up to Jane to find her own adventures.
“Miss Jane, it could be dangerous,” Wesley called as they waded into the crowd beginning to clog the street. He caught up to her, keeping pace with her tenacity in pushing through the throng.
“Very possibly, but what great story isn’t just a bit dangerous, I ask you?” She smiled at him with a quick glance as they neared the top of the hill to follow where the inspector had disappeared.

BIO: Growing up the daughter of a father who was a distributor for a New York Magazine Publishing firm, Amanda usually had her nose stuck in the latest issue of Vampirella or a Hitchcock Mystery book.
Amanda has been referred to as a "true artist in the writing realm' and her zest for life inspires her "character-driven" stories. Her passion is to take ordinary people and place them in extraordinary situations, delving into the realm of potential and possibility as she watches them become the heroes and heroines of their own stories. She counts herself fortunate to be able to do what she loves, aspires to stay fresh and unique to her voice and listen to her readers.
A member of RWA, and a multi-genre hybrid author, her work is published internationally, in audio, in e-book and in print. She currently writes sizzling contemporary and erotic historical romance, and while she believes everyone deserves the HEA, (happily ever after), frankly, the road there isn’t always a smooth one, which makes it all the sweeter when it happens!
You can follow Amanda on her social networks by visiting her website at http://www.amandamcintyresbooks.com

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Published on July 10, 2014 21:01 • 3 views

June 18, 2014

On my third trip to this lovely city, my darling hubby accompanied me. We had two mornings and one evening to walk through the quaint streets of the French Quarter the Vieux Carre. Less than we had originally planned, but delighted that we were still able to attend the RT Convention in New Orleans together.









For those of you who have had the pleasure of attending the Romantic Times Booklover's Convention, you know how many wonderful reader parties, workshops, panel discussions, etc. there are to attend. But behind the scenes is where the real work happens. I've had the pleasure of working behind the scenes for a number of years until it's time to put on my author hat and go be an author ... mingling and meeting readers.



 


My DH loves working behind the scenes, this year he wasn't able to do the heavy lifting he normally does, but he worked hard just the same. We usually see one another in passing while we are at this convention, so these few mornings spent together walking and then grabbing a quick bite to eat was an unexpected pleasure.






I do have to say that going to the Cafe du Monde twice in one day was not a hardship for me. And yes I really did eat those yummy beignets twice in one day. The cafe au lait was delightful, but I confess I cannot seem to recreate the same flavor experience at home. Maybe because they grind their coffee/chicory mix daily and aren't using their already ground coffee/chicory mix. All in all, having cafe au lait on the Levee as the sun was low in the sky was a lovely experience.



I never did have the chance to see inside the Pharmacy Museum ...


I really loved peeking down alleyways and finding the unexpected ... lush gardens











I did have a chance to share a romantic dinner on the balcony of a lovely restaurant with my darling hubby ... but I confess, I had a few moments of sheer panic, because of the height and the narrow balcony. 



I'm not a fan of heights. But he kept reminding me that this was my chance to have a romantic dinner and in the French Quarter on a balcony ... I write romance, how could I say no? People watching is always fun, and we got to see a raven-haired bride walking down the street toward the cathedral in Jackson Square with her groom and bridal party. She was wearing a lovely white satin dress with cap sleeves and when she lifted the hem to step down off the curb, her deep royal purple satin spike-heel sandals made a statement that this was a woman unafraid to stand out. 




Jackson Square and the Cathedral in early morning
















Interesting window displays and street signs ;)


















Soooo I hope you enjoy the pics that I was able to take of this lovely city ;)











The one thing I did for myself this trip was to have my tea leaves read at the Bottom of the Cup Tea Room. What a wonderful experience, but even better because they give you your reading on a disc to take home with you.







Sláinte!
C.H.


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Published on June 18, 2014 12:55

March 27, 2014

I cannot believe it's really here and am pinching myself. ;)
When I opened my email this afternoon, I saw the note from ACX that The Marshal's Destiny was live on Audible.com and would go live on iTunes and Amazon.com in the next few days. ;)

Elizabeth Cook narrates the first book in my Irish Western Series and has a lovely Irish Brogue. Listening to her read, I close my eyes and can envision Margaret Mary Flaherty and U.S. Marshal Joshua Turner coming to life. 
A HUGE THANK YOU, to Elizabeth for her hard work and dedication to our project!!
Color me clueless as I logged onto audible.com to buy the book ... yes, I really am that geeky that I wanted to be able to listen to it ... and stopped because my MP3 player stopped working, and I don't have an iPod. 
But guess what, my darling boys gave me a Kindle Fire for my birthday and I can listen to audiobooks on it! Isn't that the coolest? OK ... sorry, I'm trying to stay calm, but this is seriously exciting.
For those of you who like to listen to audiobooks, here's the link~ http://www.audible.com/search?filterby=field-keywords&advsearchKeywords=the+marshal%27s+destiny&y=0&ref_=a_mycart_fi_tseft&x=0
Thanks for letting me gush and share my amazing news!
Happy Reading ... and Listening!


Sláinte!
C.H.
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Published on March 27, 2014 12:13 • 11 views

March 25, 2014

Spring is such a changeable time of year from the March winds that blow to the soft and gentle breeze that caresses your face as you lift it up to feel the warmth of the sun. I love Spring, but wouldn't mind if the temperatures would creep up toward 40 or 50 and stay there! 

Here are pics of two bunches of Crocus that we didn't plant ... must have been the birds or the chipmunks or squirrels. ;)



Our poor little garden is still mostly covered with the leaves that we bed them down with in the late Fall. On top of those battered and bruised leaves is a smattering of 3/4 crushed stone ... yep from our driveway. The hazards of not having a paved driveway and having to shovel snow in the Winter. Ugh!  This pic is of our Daffodils struggling to poke through the leaves ... amidst the 3/4 crushed stone. Will have to get back out there maybe tomorrow when it's just a bit warmer.



Saturday was a great day to work outside, so I made the most of uncovering some of our front gardens, but had to leave the rest so I could haul wood for my DH and darling youngest son.  
Unfortunately, the last of the ancient Silver Maples from our front yard was rotten in 2/3 of the tree and had to come down. It actually hurt my heart to have it done, but knew we had no choice. Apparently, the men who came to take it down wouldn't climb it -- their first option -- because it was so rotten at the top. They ended up using their bucket truck to cut it. 
I was able to save one piece of the hollowed out tree to make into a faerie house. 

Watching through the skylight and then hearing those awful thumps that shook the ground as the big sections landed had me pacing the house the entire time they were working. 
You can see where the bottom of the tree wasn't that bad, it was just the top 30 or so feet that was. The tree used to stand to the left of the spindly pine in the foreground. They didn't even bother to leave those pieces of the tree for us, they chipped them up.


Here's a pic of the pile that I moved ... two logs at a time in the wheelbarrow ... all except two logs. The pile is twice that size now after my DH and darling oldest son worked to cut up and move more sections of the tree on Sunday. 



I'm more connected than I realized to those life-giving giants, the streams, forests and gardens that surround our home. I guess that kindof explains why crowds are not my thing. I prefer being outside with Nature.

Sooo until I can actually fill our stream and hook up the pond filter again, I'll have to make do with pictures from last year. OH ... funny sight on Saturday ... Sparrows landing on the rocks lining the stream, looking dejected realizing there wasn't any water there yet. Poor little things. Praying for warm weather!






Jamie can't wait either ... he's waiting for a new load of sand for Jackie-Boy and Baby Henry's sandbox ;)  


 Have you read a Romance today?



Sláinte!
C.H.







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Published on March 25, 2014 06:55 • 10 views

March 17, 2014

Sure and it's a grand morning, indeed! In my heart the sun is shining, the wind is blowing softly with the sweet smell of Spring in the air -- and there is no snow on the ground.
Hah! I did say in my heart, didn't I? LOL. The sun has yet to peak over the horizon, it's a balmy 18 degrees and there is still way too much snow on the ground for my taste. But yesterday I could smell Spring in the air, so I'm trying to be content with that. Here's a pic I took yesterday, even though it was chilly, I did sit in my favorite rocking chair with a cup of hot tea and a spiral bound notebook to make notes about gardens and fence repairs. And yes, Jamie always tries to help ;)

There have been Robins in our yard for at least the last month or so, but the Redwinged Blackbirds and Cowbirds have only been here for about two weeks. They are the true harbingers of Spring up here. Although I take pics of the birdlife constantly, darling Dave was the one who as able to snap the best pic of the Redwinged Blackbirds and Cowbirds beneath the feeders yesterday.


I love St. Patrick's Day, and am always reminded of the fierce Irish Pride our grandfather had for his Irish roots. We used to watch the St. Patrick's Day parade together and woe to the grandchild who did NOT wear their green! 
So today in his honor, I'm posting a pic of the Purcell family castle in Tipperary along with pics of the Irish Soda Bread and Whiskey Spice Cake that I baked yesterday. We celebrated a bit early to make sure our guys would all be home to eat.





It was Gra's Test Kitchen yesterday (our darling oldest grandson couldn't say grandma, so he calls me Gra). Here's a pic of the non-traditional Irish Soda Bread with currants:


And of course, I can't stop trying to replicate the fabulous Whiskey Spice Cake I had years ago at Davey's Locker ... still trying though. And yes, those are hole in the top of the cake ... for the Whiskey! ;)

Soooo, because St. Patrick's Day is such a special day in my life, I wanted to re-release the newly revised and refreshed version of book one in my Regency-Era Historical trilogy today. What's so exciting about this version is that I was able to add in the previously deleted prologue, a few chapters and scenes.
The Three Vices: Patience ~ 






Here's the blurb from Amazon:

C.H. Admirand sweeps her readers back into the past to Regency England with book one in her Regency-Era Historical Trilogy: The Three Vices. This re-release has the previously deleted prologue, chapters, and scenes added back in for an enhanced read. For readers who have already read Patience, I have toned down the love scenes to appeal to a broader range of readers. Never fear, the romance is still the most important part of Lady Patience and Viscount Rexley's story.
Here's the trilogy overview:
 
Three cousins: Lady Patience Wainwright, Lady Charity Fenwick, and Lady Prudence Thompson, (daughters of three sisters) each have a vice that has their respective parents despairing that they may never find suitable matches for the highly spirited and willful daughters. 

Patience, Charity, and Prudence…Virtuous qualities a young lady seeking a husband would surely wish to possess. 


Unless, of course, a well-meaning parent chose to name her daughter Patience, with an eye to the future, hoping her precious child would seek to emulate the meaning of her name. 


Never imagining her beloved daughter would grow up preferring the break-neck pace of racing her horse across the meadow to taking tea with callers, or that she would prefer angling for trout and firing a pistol to plying fabric with a needle. And, Lord help us all, that she would grow to stand just four inches shy of six feet tall!
 
Patience is impetuous, impulsive, and impossible. Ah, but her parents have a plan to secure a marriage, and their daughter’s future. They intend to find a gentleman of noble birth—with deep pockets—who has never met their daughter. 


Surely somewhere in all of England there is a gentleman who will embrace their daughter, thorns and all. All he need do is overlook her height, and her talent with rod, reel, and pistol. 


The virtue has become the vice … 


The Three Vices: Patience is available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo (not live yet as of 6:57 am) for $0.99. 
I'm waiting for the proof to arrive for the print version, until then check out the preview for the lovely print cover, P and N Graphics, LLC created for me:

Here's the back cover blurb:

Viscount Rexley family’s fortune is on the brink of bankruptcy and his father is being blackmailed. Marrying an heiress to protect their fortune and family name is the only solution, but before he can begin his search, he has a dawn appointment to keep.

 
Lady Patience is impetuous, impulsive, and impossible. But her parents have a plan to secure a marriage, and their daughter’s future intending to find a gentleman of noble birth (with deep pockets), who has NEVER met their daughter, but first she intends to stop her childhood friend from getting killed in a gentleman’s duel.
I'll leave ye with me grandfather's favorite Irish Blessing ... 
May ye be in Heaven an hour before the devil knows yer dead!







Sláinte!
C.H.




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Published on March 17, 2014 04:13 • 9 views

February 8, 2014

I'm delighted to announce that The Marshal's Destiny, Book 1 in my Irish Western Series,  is currently in production at Audible.com to be come an audio book! How cool is that? Sooo exciting.
The FAB Sahara Kelly and P and N Graphics, LLC have created the audio cover for me. Check it out ;) I wanted to make sure that readers who are following this series would easily recognize the cover.
I loved the audition by Elizabeth Cook and cannot wait to hear the next installment ... the first fifteen minutes. The completed book is due April 7th, fingers crossed that we can keep on schedule. I'm really jazzed for this first audio book and will keep my readers informed of the progress. Will let everyone know when I find out a price.
The poor Robins that flew up here a couple of weeks ago are probably really sorry that they did because we have so much snow up here -- still! The Privet berries they've been dining on are all frozen, not sure that they prefer them icy cold, but at least it's something. The Earthworms they prefer are still fast asleep. ;)





And I just have to include the adorable Wren that looks desperate for a cup of coffee. Doesn't he? LOL! Here's the pic ...

 And then the cropped close-up.


I'll leave you with one last pic, the sweetest puppy-face I know ... Jameson after a wrestling match with Josh. ;)






Sláinte!
C.H.



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Published on February 08, 2014 16:35 • 12 views

February 3, 2014

Well, yesterday was fabulous weather-wise. It reached 48 degrees! What a wonderful Groundhog Day ;) But alas it didn't last. This morning when I looked at the window at 6ish, the sky was pink. Yikes! That means snow.
In my book snow is a four-letter-word. Don't get me wrong, I like snow ... two inches is nice as long as the sun comes out and it is above freezing with no wind. LOL! Yeah, I know, not very realistic. But there you have it, my ideal Winter day. I was born in February, in South Carolina so it wasn't snowing the day I was born.
Since Christmas I've been taking pics with my new Nikon and I'm loving it. It isn't easy to decide which setting to use, some of them are automatic and the camera can't seem to decide what to focus on ... too bad I can't tell it what I'm trying to focus on. But there are some settings that work really well. Mostly, I've been using the "snow", "night/dusk", and "close-up" features. And then I crop and zoom with the camera's edit feature. Pretty cool, especially since I grew up using a Kodak Instamatic "box" type camera. 
Here are a few of my favorite recent pics:
The new moon was on January 30th, here's a pic from February 1st with the the tiniest slivers in the early morning sky:
















My favorite pic from a few days ago is of these two Robins sitting in the Privet Hedge in our front yard. Aren't they beautiful?






Yesterday when we took Jamie for a walk in the woods, Dave pointed out some really cool fungus on a Birch tree ... they looked like stairsteps ... for the fey ;)

What a lovely contrast between the mossy tree being revealed beneath the melting snow. 
And my favorite pics from this morning:

The gray squirrel hogging the feeder ... 


A beautiful male House Finch waiting for a turn at the feeder:


 This male Downy Woodpecker posed for me ;)


The Starling is usually one of our Springtime birds, but there has been a flock up here with the Robins for the last week or so. I think they were blown off course with the last bit of weather that blew threw. 

There was a female House Finch who wasn't really happy about waiting her turn, but the one on the feeder wasn't budging. LOL!


Time to get back to my edits, I'm working on final edits for the re-release of book one in my Regency-Era Historical: The Three Vices: Patience. My two wips are books two and three in this trilogy: Charity and Prudence.
The cover for Patience is lovely, thanks once again to the fabulous talents of Sahara Kelly and P and N Graphics, LLC. I'll be doing a cover reveal in the next week or so with a giveaway so stay tuned!


Sláinte!
C.H.








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Published on February 03, 2014 05:53 • 10 views

December 12, 2013

The fabulous Cathy Genna--RWA Bookseller of the Year--has rescheduled Tuesday night's event to Wednesday, December 18th because of the wintry weather the other night. I'm delighted that she has had readers asking when the new date would be.;)
Cathy has a flair for putting on events that make the reader and the author feel as if they are her special guests, and we are!
She has re-created bits and pieces of Main Street in Apple Grove, Ohio with her centerpieces--which are giveaways!
Here's the one for Bob's Gas and Gears - and she included Jameson (aka Jamie) from book 2, ONE DAY IN APPLE GROVE. Can you believe that she found cocoa with the Ford logo on it? In case you didn't know the black F1 pickup in all three stories is a Ford ;)

Look what she's put together for Honey's Hair Salon:


And the Apple Grove Public Library:




And of course, the Apple Grove Diner! VBG:


I've already given Cathy two plush puppies to be raffled off that night: Jameson and his brother Guinness. Aren't the just hugable?

I baked two double batches of Cream Scones for Tuesday night, and put them in the freezer. We'll see if they are still edible, or if I need to make more...

And possibly Gram's man-catching Boston Cream Pie--featured in the book ;)


I have a couple of surprises that Cathy doesn't know about to give away. Hope to see you there!

  Sláinte!
C.H.


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Published on December 12, 2013 16:58 • 23 views

November 29, 2013

It is no secret in our house that Thanksgiving means I'll be baking at the very least 5 pies and my guys get to ask for their special favorites. Our darling daughter does too, even though she's married and a mom herself ;)
This year the requests were for a Blueberry Pie (for Josh and Jessi), Sweet Potato Praline (for my DH), Apple Pie (for Josh to bring to his friend whose mom had to work yesterday), Caramel Apple Pie (Phil was baking this himself) and Buttered Pecan just because...and then when I was ready to start the Rhubarb Pie I realized...someone must have my 6th pie dish...probably someone we gave a pie to last Thanksgiving! Oh well...at least I can bake the Rhubarb next week or maybe wait until Christmas. ;) And Chex Mix for our SIL Tom...he's more of a snack fan than pie fan.
Here are a few pics of the pie-making bonanza here on Wednesday...
Blueberry...after a few epic failures in the past using fresh or frozen blueberries...I make it with canned filling. All of my fruit pies have happy faces on them...unless someone asks me not to for the pie we gave to his friends this year. I was pretty bummed about that. ;(


Check out the size of these Granny Smiths! I only needed 3 big ones and one regular-sized apple for the pie :)


See...sadness ;( no Happy Apple Pie face. But I think I filled it too full of apples and when it baked the shell stayed up high, but the apples settled. Josh said it tasted good though, so I guess it was OK that it's wasn't a pretty pie after it baked. 

Buttered Pecan Pie was next... you roast the Pecans before using them...totally changes the flavor making the pie rich and yummy!

Before baking... 


And after...my prettiest pie of the day...going to have another sliver after I finish writing this blog. Picture me doing the Snoopy Dance!


And the Sweet Potato Praline...you don't add the Praline topping until after it's baked for about a 1/2 hr to 45 minutes. Then you add the topping...only this year, as I was stirring in the Pecans, I realized that I'd neglected to chop them up first. YIKES! Mental head-slap, but Jessi suggested that I tell the guys that I was trying something new...as if they wouldn't realize I'd simply forgotten to chop up the nuts. LOL!

See? It looks better with chopped nuts...but still tasted yummy. :)

And last but not least, the Flat Pie...or Millich Poi...Milk Pie. It's a custard recipe made with brown sugar, flour and milk. You use the left over scraps from your other pies to make the crust and then fill it. I have to use tin foil in my great, great grandmother's flat pie pan because it's not in the best of shape these days. But it still works and feels as if Gram (my grandmother) and her mom and grandmother are watching over me while I roll out the crust and fill their pie pan. ;)

I didn't get to take a pic of Phil's Caramel Apple Pie because he made it after he got home from work Wednesday evening--but it was beautiful with a lattice top. After he put his pie together we were busy finding a recipe for and  experimenting with Chestnut stuffing...but that's another blog for another time. Don't even get me started with what those suckers look like after roasting and peeling them.
And finally...Happy pies on our kitchen table cooling...





Soooo...how was your Thanksgiving? I hope it was filled with warmth, love, family, friends...and most importantly PIE!!! It's what's for breakfast on Black Friday!!!
Be sure to stop by my website to see what goodies I'm giving away during my December Blog Tour for book 3 in my Contemporary Small Town Series: WELCOME BACK TO APPLE GROVE...my 15th Book!
 


Sláinte!C.H.

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Published on November 29, 2013 07:13 • 26 views