Hello and welcome to Romance Recipes! Every Thursday I will introduce you to a new author and a new recipe! Two of my favorite things! This week I am bringing you author, Kimberly Kincaid, and her recipe for Bellamy’s Late-Night Guacamole and Bartender Tony’s Best Margarita Ever. Her manuscript, It’s Not You, was just requested by three editors (!) at a retreat, one of whom judged the partial in the 2012 Marlene contest, so she’s hoping to share good news of a sale really soon. Please join me in welcoming Kimberly and savor her recipes for Guacamole and Margaritas as you read about her book and wish her luck on her submissions! Good luck, Kimberly!
4 ripe avocados (Haas preferred)
Freshly squeezed juice of one large lime
½ teaspoon kosher salt
½ teaspoon cumin
Tabasco to taste
Roughly ½ of a medium red onion, small dice (adjust amount to taste)
One medium tomato, seeded and diced (in a pinch, you can also use about ¾ cup of jarred salsa, but fresh is much better)
One large clove of garlic, minced fine
About a Tablespoon of chopped, fresh cilantro (also to taste)
-Cut avocados in half and remove the seeds (one good whack with a sharp knife should help it pop right out, but be careful!). Scoop the pulp from each avocado into a large bowl (I like to use my hands for this, but a spoon works too). Discard skins. Add lime juice, salt, cumin and Tabasco. With a potato masher, work mixture to desired consistency. Note: texture is important in good guacamole. Over-mash, and you end up with baby food (eek!), but not enough, and it won’t “dip” without destroying your chips. You want the chunky feel of salsa. Yes, it’s okay to test as you go J
-Add onion, tomato, garlic and cilantro. Stir gently to combine well. Let sit (for flavors to really pop) for about an hour in the fridge with light cover. Enjoy with your favorite tortilla chips and a really good margarita. Speaking of which…
What you want to start with:
1. Tequila! A delicious margarita needs a good base. But it need not break the bank. Start with Cuervo, sauza hornitos, 1800 or your preferred brand. You want a well-balanced tequila, but one that is bold enough to characterize the drink.
2. Triple sec. I’m fine with Aristocrat but some people feel like they are too good for that brand. Alternatively you can use a non-alcoholic triple sec or go Cadillac style with Cointreau.
3. A lime, sliced into wedges.
4. Lime juice. I use sweetened. Roses works perfectly. Straight lime juice is bitter and a margarita is supposed to be sweet.
5. Sour mix (sweet & sour mix). I use Mrs. T’s at home.
6. Orange juice. Tropicana pulp-free or simply orange pulp-free are my favorites but any shall do.
7. Grand Marnier.
8. Coarse salt. I use sea salt ‘cause it’s what I use at home.
9. Ice. Lots of it.
-Let’s start with a pint glass. Alternatively a large red wine glass holds about 16oz & looks nicer if you are about presentation. Run a lime wedge around the rim of your glass and salt it. (Disclaimer; I do not take salt on my margarita) The salt cuts the tequila flavor from the drink. I like tequila, so I want to taste it. Everyone’s taste is different. Fill the glass to the top with ice. Add 2oz of tequila (or more to taste). I go as strong as 3oz for myself. Add 1/2oz triple sec, 1oz lime juice, 1 & 1/2oz sour mix, and 1oz orange juice. Stir gently with a straw (if you are a pro you can build the drink in a shaker and pour it into the salted glass with no stirring necessary).
-Once mixed pour 1/2oz of Grand Marnier on top and do not mix. The GM floater will set off a margarita wonderfully. A pint glass full of ice will take about 6-8oz of drink, depending on the ice.
IT’S NOT YOU, Single-Title Foodie Contemporary
“A by-the-book city girl gets stranded in the Blue Ridge Mountains, where she uncovers the dark secrets of a brooding mechanic who shatters all her plans to play by the rules”
The feminine voice floating through the garage shot through Shane like a chaser on the heels of the wind that brought it. He pushed with both feet, rolling the Creeper out from under the Mustang so fast he was momentarily dazed.
The woman’s face was pinched from the cold, and her blond hair flew around her in a wild riot of curls. For a moment, gazing at her from his upside-down position on the floor, he felt as if he’d been scattered to the four corners of the garage.
She looked angelic, except for the fact that she seemed pissed.
“Thank God at least one thing in my day is working out. This is a garage, right?” Her green eyes flooded with relief as she scanned the drafty space, skimming the oil-stained floors and scattered tools.
He straightened up and gave her a quick once-over. His gut tightened as he registered her expensive clothes, right down to the understated yet elegant classic Tiffany pendant around her neck. Man, he hadn’t seen one of those in ages. Her boots alone probably cost more than he made in a solid week’s worth of work, even though the three-inch heels were caked with mud. Shane knew her snobby type like he knew his own reflection, and the pang he’d felt when she crossed the threshold disappeared in a blink.
“Wow, you’re perceptive,” he said, eyes hardening over her. Okay, so it came out more rudely than he intended, but girls like her didn’t usually care what people like Shane thought, anyway.
“Look, I just walked two miles in the freezing cold to get here, so I’m not really in the mood. Can you help me figure out what’s wrong with my car? If not, can you just point me in the direction of the nearest phone I can use? Then I’ll be on my way.”
You’ve got to be kidding. No way was Shane letting some city girl question his skills like that. He didn’t care how freaking sexy she was when she put a hand on her curvy little hip and arched her brow.
Kimberly Kincaid writes contemporary romance novels that split the difference between sexy and sweet. She is a 2012 Marlene winner, and a 2011 Golden Heart and Golden Pen finalist. Kimberly is proud to be represented by Maureen Walters at the Curtis Brown Literary Agency.
When she’s not sitting cross-legged in an ancient desk chair known as “The Pleather Bomber”, Kimberly can be found practicing obscene amounts of yoga, whipping up anything from enchiladas to eclairs in her kitchen, or curled up with her nose in a book. She resides in northern Virginia with her wildly patient husband and their three daughters.