Hello and welcome to Romance Recipes where I am happy to introduce you to a new author and a new recipe! Two of my favorite things! Today I am bringing you author, Lizzie Tremayne, and her recipe for Rewena (Maori) Bread along with an introduction to her historical romantic suspense, A Sea of Green Unfolding. Please join me in welcoming Lizzie and savor her recipe for rowena bread as you read about her new book!
The hero and heroine are Xavier and Aleksandra Argüello, and this is their favorite new food in New Zealand, where they’ve just arrived…just in time to walk the middle of the Waikato War! This is a favorite recipe of many Māori and Pākehā alike in New Zealand.
Recipe: Rewena (Māori) Bread
Starter bug (Hua Rēwana):
2 cup parāoa (flour)
4 tablespoons huka (sugar)
2 cooked rīwai / rewa (potato) or kumara (sweet potato), cut up and boiled in was (water), cooled, then mashed by hand with the cooking water. Lumpy is fine.
1- Mix all ingredients together and put into a sterilized jar. Cover. Let it grow in a warm place. (Not a heating pad, too hot).
2- Feed the bug daily with: 1/2 cup flour, 1 tsp sugar and enough water to mix it all in. Lumpy is fine.
To improve bug for rising, at least once per week, mix into rēwana: 1cup flour, 1/2 cup sugar and boiled warm (not hot) potato water. Important: If your water is chlorinated, boil it first, so the chlorine doesn’t kill the bug. Don’t overheat it, either. ☺
4 cups high grade parāoa (flour)
2 tablespoons (sugar)
2 cups wai (water)
2 cups hua rēwana (starter bug)
Mix the flour and sugar, then make a well in the dry ingredients.
Add the bug and the water, then combine all ingredients.
Do not beat it. Knead gently ONLY until mixture loses its stickiness, maybe two – five minutes, with minimal flour. It will be soft and satiny.
Place in greased Dutch oven. Cover with cloth and leave to rise in warm place until doubled in size.
Heat oven to 425 degrees F(F) / 235 degrees C (C). Bake 10-12 minutes, then turn oven down to 360 F / 200 C for 10-12 minutes, then cook at 338 F / 187 C for about an hour.
Enjoy with butter, honey, jam, meat, whatever!
Tragedy strikes in Aleksandra and Xavier’s newly-found paradise on their California Rancho de las Pulgas. Von Tempsky invites them on a journey to a new life in peaceful New Zealand, but change is in the wind. When they reach Aotearoa, they disembark into a turbulent wilderness—where the wars between the European settlers and the local Māori have only just begun.
A Sea of Green Unfolding will be released in May 2017. See below for where to preorder!
BOOK THREE IN THE LONG TRAILS SERIES, FOLLOWING THE HILLS OF GOLD UNCHANGING.
In the multiply-awarded A Long Trail Rolling, Lizzi Tremayne told the story of Aleksandra Lekarski, a trapper’s daughter who finds herself alone—and running to prevent her father’s killer from discovering their family secret.
The third story, A Sea of Green Unfolding, finds Aleksandra and Xavier in California.
1862, Rancho de las Pulgas, San Francisco Bay
Tragedy strikes in Aleksandra and Xavier’s newly-found paradise on their California Rancho. Their friend, von Tempsky, invites them on a journey to adventure and a new life in peaceful New Zealand, but change is in the wind. When they reach Aotearoa, they disembark into a turbulent wilderness—where the land wars between the European settlers and the local Māori have only just begun.
AWARDS FOR THE LONG TRAILS SERIES:
This is the third novel in the series of historical romantic suspense sagas following Aleksandra and Xavier from the wilderness of 1860 Utah to Colonial New Zealand.
With Book One, A Long Trail Rolling, Lizzi Tremayne was: Finalist 2013 RWNZ Great Beginnings; Winner 2014 RWNZ Pacific Hearts Award; Winner 2015 RWNZ Koru Award for Best First Novel plus third in Koru Long Novel section; and finalist in the 2015 Best Indie Book Award.
November 1863 Waiau Bay, West Coast , New Zealand
Aleksandra took a deep breath, and looked around them, into the first rays of sun, shining across the sea. In its path, the barque lay silhouetted–mainsail gone, the other two masts forlorn in their nakedness. There was movement on board, but Aleksandra couldn’t make out what was happening. She turned back to the shore. In the rapidly growing light, the beautiful white sand beach arced away in a long bay. A short distance away, a wide river mouth opened onto the beach, coming from a big valley in a wall of steep mountains. The beautiful sea of green that started at the shoreline seemed to go on forever, as far as the eye could see.
“Well, boy, how about some fresh water?” Aleksandra managed a smile and took a deep breath. “I don’t know where we are, but if Jacob’s right, this should be the East Coast of New Zealand, our new home.”
Dzień flicked his soggy ears, shook the rest of the sea water from his coat, and together they headed for the river.
There was so much green, green upon green, it dazzled the eyes. There was no sign of habitation. The massive trees were unlike any she’d seen before. Some were like the ferns in the redwoods of California, except that they were not bushes, but big trees. Fern trees. Amazing. Something moved to her left amongst the trees, and her hand slid to her hip, but her shashka was gone.
Her heart pounded against her ribs, before she remembered it was in her pack. She reached back to check it was still there. At the feel of its outline through the canvas, she broke out in a cold sweat.
She glanced skyward.
Thank you again.
Aleksandra slowly let out her breath.
A small stream crossed the beach ahead of her and she followed it toward the trees. She parted the bushes and peered into the darkness.
“Oh,” she breathed.
From over the sea, the sun’s early rays slipped inside the edge of the forest and caught a tiny, perfect, waterfall. It flowed from a stand of ferns, high up in a wall. The water glittered, as it tumbled from rock to rock, until it reached the stream at her feet.
She’d never seen anything so beautiful.
She scooped up a little of the water, drank a handful, then offered some to the old gods of the place. She bowed, then with one last backward glance, turned to go.
Dzień took advantage of her absence to browse on the bushes beside the beach.
“Let’s go find that river,” she said, and continued on until they came to the wide river. Untying the waist strap, she slid out of her knapsack. Dzień drank while she stripped off her wet clothes, shivering in the early morning air. Aleksandra followed him in, gasping at the temperature, then ducked all the way under and came up giggling. She slid under again, and rubbed her hair until it was cleaner than it had been for their months at sea. She never thought she’d be so happy to smell clean water, and feel clean herself.
Opening the pack, pulled out her wet shashka and bow, then extracted an oilskin-wrapped bundle. Her packed clothes were dry, as were her knives. Her hat was a little worse for the salt water, but it would do.
After her sodden garments, the soft warmth of her buckskins and her sequestered weapons were familiar and welcome. Dzień nearly inhaled the handfuls of corn she put into her hat for him and she repacked her bag, slinging it on again.
“First things first, pony.” She rubbed his neck, as they walked up the trail beside the river. “We’re looking for a needle in the haystack here…somehow, we need to find Gustavus von Tempsky.”
Something niggled at the back of her mind as she rambled on to the horse, but her brain wasn’t clear enough to grasp it.
“I think we’re in the right country, but I have no idea where we are, nor if there are any people here, nor how to find the—”
Aleksandra’s heart froze and she stopped dead.
The trail beside the river. With footprints.
In an uninhabited wilderness…
It wasn’t uninhabited, either.
Before her on the trail was a pair of bare feet. Big ones.
Slowly, heart pounding in her chest, she lifted her eyes to meet those of what could only be a native of this land.
His dark face and body were covered by swirling tattoos—and very little else. The massively muscled, taut warrior, for he could be nothing else, held in his hand a big, heavy club, carved from a glossy green stone…
and he wasn’t smiling.
Buy the Book:
A Sea of Green will be released on 27 May!
Preorder it until 27 May 2017 for the special price of only $3.99 at:
This novel is the third in this series of historical romantic thriller sagas following Aleksandra and Xavier from the wilderness of 1860 Utah to Colonial New Zealand. With Book One, A Long Trail Rolling, Lizzi Tremayne was: Finalist 2013 RWNZ Great Beginnings; Winner 2014 RWNZ Pacific Hearts Award; Winner 2015 RWNZ Koru Award for Best First Novel plus third in Koru Long Novel section; and finalist in the 2015 Best Indie Book Award
Connect with LIzzie:
As s special treat, Lizzie is giving away one ebook of A Long Trail Rolling, Book #1 in the series, to one lucky guest who comments with the last book they read! So be sure to include your EMAIL so Lizzie can contact you if you win. (Email will not be used for spam or any other purpose other than to notify the winner).
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