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, Lynn Cahoon, and her recipe for Lynn’s Fresh and Spicy Salsa along with an introduction to her contemporary romance, Marriage Not Included. Please join me in welcoming Lynn and savor her recipe for salsa as you read about her new book!
Spicy Salsa – Fresh from the Farm
Marriage Not Included, a contemporary romance and my most recent release is a lot about home. And home for me means Idaho. One of my favorite memories is setting out on the deck, drinking an adult beverage (okay, I like beer – now you know my secret) and eating chips and homemade salsa.
My eighty-six year old mother still cans what she calls ‘hot sauce.’ But I like my salsa a bit more fresh and right out of the garden. It gets better as it sits in the fridge for a day or so, but normally, I can’t go that long before the spicy concoction draws me back and the next thing I know, it’s gone.
The salsa is also amazing over grilled chicken or fish.
I think Lauren, my heroine from Marriage Not Included, would have to make two bowls. One with green chilies and the other with chopped jalapeno peppers for the men in her life. That’s the great thing about this recipe, you can adjust it to taste. (Note- If you do use a hotter pepper, make sure you wear gloves while you’re chopping. Especially if you wear contacts. I won’t tell you how long the burn lasts.)
So here goes.
Lynn’s Fresh and Spicy Salsa
4-6 medium tomatoes, chopped
1 small can of chopped green chilies
1 cup of chopped Walla Walla (or sweet) onions
¼ cup chopped cilantro
1 tsp (or so) of salt
Mix together and serve with fresh chips.
This recipe is perfect for using up those extra garden tomatoes that aren’t big enough to slice for sandwiches.
Lauren is headed back to school, this time not as a fun loving coed but to achieve her dream of turning the family farm into Idaho’s first Heritage Seed Center. Selling organic produce at the local farmers market, she meets Miles. After an unexpected act of kindness toward her daughter, Lauren agrees to one date.
As a VP and heir apparent to HN Seeds, the family business, Miles unknowingly holds the future of Lauren’s farm in his hands. Lauren’s looking for anything but a romance. She’s got too much on her plate to risk the distraction. But he plays the one card Lauren can’t resist, family. Miles needs Lauren and her daughter to feel at home. And Lauren needs Miles and his large extended family more than she knows. But can she forgive the one betrayal that would ruin all of her plans for the future?
Lauren Simpson knew her life was about to change. Heck, she planned on it. She just wasn’t planning for the change to start today.
“Mom!” A call came from the swings. “Mom, watch me.”
Lauren looked up from arranging the boxes of vegetables in time to see the jump. Lauren’s heart stopped as her five-year-old flew through the air, Emma’s long curly brown hair hiding her face. She landed in the sand a few feet from the asphalt. Emma popped straight, throwing her arms in her best imitation of the gymnasts from last month’s summer games.
“Ta-dah!” Emma stood, waiting for the applause to start.
“Emma, stop jumping. You’re going to hurt yourself,” Lauren’s voice cracked as she yelled. Shaking, she took a deep breath, the hot dry air burning her throat. She wished she could be next to her daughter on the swings rather than sweating under this canopy, selling produce.
“They can be a handful,” a husky male voice said at her left. “At least, that’s what my sisters say. I provide the candy and ice cream for the sugar high, then leave.”
“And let your sisters pick up the pieces. Nice.” Startled, her response came out harsh, a little too harsh. The heat must be getting to her. “Sorry, I read studies linking all kinds of medical issues from eating too much sugar.”
“Sugar didn’t hurt us growing up. We worry too much about the little things and not enough about the big ones.” The voice was attached to a tanned, tall man standing by her table. His blond hair fell forward, enough to shade his eyes. He was dressed in an Old Navy tee and camouflage shorts, Birkenstocks on his feet.
Lauren took in the guy’s outfit. People wore shorts all year round in Boise these days – mixed in with the Wranglers and Justin boots. So the guy appeared normal, or normal for here. Not like some of the California transplants she’d seen hanging around town, dressed like they were heading for a day at the beach rather than a short shopping trip. “I don’t know you well enough to tell.”
The man burst out laughing. “I guess that’s true. I’m Miles Hamilton. Native Idahoan, single, and employed. And you?” He held out his hand.
“I’m Lauren. The budding gymnast over there is my daughter, Emma.” She reached out to shake his hand. He wasn’t bad to look at. Not at all. Lauren’s hand tingled as she pulled away.
Miles waved to Emma who was swinging slowly, watching carefully. “Hi, Emma.”
The girl glared at Miles, dragging her feet through the dirt, she shuffled over to the slide.
“Most kids like me,” Miles shook his head.
“Emma’s never been like most kids.” Turning, Lauren greeted a white haired lady, examining the carrots. “All the produce is organic. Our family farm has been chemical free for the last fifty years.”
“I’ll take these.” The woman held several items for Lauren to bag.
“You should be able to make a great salad with these.” Lauren placed the cherry tomatoes on top of the rest of the purchases. “That will be eight dollars.”
“Here you are.” The woman handed Lauren four crumpled ones, twelve quarters and ten dimes, counting them out from her small red change purse.
“Perfect.” Lauren scooped the change into her hand, then dumping it into her apron. “I wonder if you could help me out? We’re closing soon. Do you mind taking some extra stuff?” Lauren quickly bagged up one of everything she had left and added a loaf of bread she’d pulled out of the oven at four o’clock that morning.
“Well, if you need me to take it off your hands.” The woman’s voice shook. “My husband and I could put it to good use.”
“Can I help you to your car?” Miles reached for one of the bags and then stopped, staring at the woman. “Mrs. Henry?”
The woman peered up at Miles, a wide grin spreading across her face. “Well, if it isn’t Miles Hamilton. Nancy told me you were planting trees up north near the Canadian boarder at the last wild fire site. When did you get home?” She reached out and patted his arm.
“Last week. I’m going back to work for Dad. Should be interesting.” He glanced at Lauren. “This is the only teacher at Bishop Kelly who liked me. And I think she pretended half the time.”
“He was my favorite student.” Mrs. Henry beamed at Miles. “I taught Drama. And this boy starred in all our productions for four years before he graduated. Didn’t you try out for some professional jobs? You were good, very good.”
“Good enough for college parts, not the real thing. I gave theater up years ago Mrs. Henry.” Miles shrugged his shoulders.
“You should have tried. Oh, well, what does an old woman know? Teachers love their best students. Do you think you’ll like working at HN Seeds?”
Lauren’s breath caught. She waited for Miles response but the questions in her head were making it hard to hear the conversation occurring right before her.
This guy worked for HN Seeds? The company that had been trying to buy the little farm out from under Gramps?
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Lynn Cahoon is a contemporary romance author with a love of hot, sexy men, real and imagined. Her alpha heroes range from rogue witch hunters, modern cowboys, or hot doctors, sexy in scrubs. And her heroines all have one thing in common, their strong need for independence. Or at least that’s what they think they want. She blogs at her website http://www.lynncahoon.wordpress.com
Twitter – https://twitter.com/LynnCahoon
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Amazon author page – http://www.amazon.com/Lynn-Cahoon/e/B0082PWOAO/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1
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