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, Linda Andrews, and her recipe for Grandma’s Cookies along with an introduction to her historical romance, The Christmas Ship. Please join me in welcoming Linda and savor her recipe for Grandma’s Cookies as you read about her new book!
As cookie monster says, “C is for cookie.” And CC is for Christmas cookie. And nothing says Christmas more than a sugar cookie. Let’s face it, they’re hard work. And while there’s the reward of eating the raw cookie dough and the melting ones fresh from the oven, all the steps in between make the sugar cookie the cookie for special occasions.
My grandmother must have thought so, too, as she found or came up with this recipe and I’ve written it down to make sure I can have the yummy taste of sugar cookies anytime of year, without all the fuss.
2 cups vegetable shortening
3 cups sugar
2 tsp salt
4 tsp baking powder
2 tsp baking soda
1 tbsp nutmeg
8 cups flour
2 cups buttermilk
Mix all together. Drop from spoon or form into 1 inch ball, roll into sugar and flatten with the bottom of a glass on a greased cookie sheet. Bak at 400 degrees F for 10 minutes.
Really, there’s no connection between my grandmother’s cookies and my new historical romance book, but food plays a large part in both.
American businessman Jacob Kerrigan works behind enemy lines to help feed seven million starving Belgians and bring Christmas to the children. The Commission for Relief in Belgium asks only one thing of its delegates: remain neutral in a war-torn country.
Roselle Perrine works in soup kitchens and her family farm by day, and spies for the Belgian resistance at night. She uses her position in society to convince Jacob to stay in her chateau, hoping the relief delegate’s presence will cover her nocturnal activities.
But the Kaiser’s Army is watching.
When Roselle’s spying is discovered, will Jacob remain neutral or fight for love?
Turning on his heel, Jacob crossed in front of the four long rows of tables. The staff focused on their tasks while peeking at him from the corner of their eyes.
He rubbed the back of his neck. Nothing like a little wooing under the eyes of the whole town. Whoa. He drew up short in front of a white notice. Who said anything about wooing Roselle? He liked her and was concerned about her welfare, but he hardly knew the woman. Of course, he knew of her kindness, her generosity, and her caring when she brought him the soup. But she was still a very wealthy daughter of privilege.
And he’d sworn off those last summer.
No way would he let a pair of green eyes change his mind.
Stopping in front of the sign, a very tall boy of eleven leaned on his broom. “Do you think it is true, monsieur?”
“Pardon?” Grateful for the distraction, Jacob boxed up his thoughts and secured them with twine before addressing Roselle’s brother. This was the first time the lad had spoken to him without prompting; he couldn’t blow it.
“Do you think there will be no presents for Christmas?”
He blinked the words into focus and struggled through the French. His chest tightened. Blessed saints! It was cruel to tell children Christmas was cancelled, especially when he knew it wasn’t. His own sister had collected toys from her students to send to the children here. “I know that Santa Claus is coming to town.”
“Santa Claus?” Sooty eyelashes framed the boy’s green eyes.
“Saint Nicholas.” Jacob transitioned from the traditions of his Irish-American roots to the Belgians’ usual delivery by the old bishop. “Now, he might be a bit delayed. Even he must obtain passes from the Germans, and his sleigh will probably be stopped by all the sentries. But he’ll get through with a toy for everyone.”
Dropping his broom, the boy hustled across the room to the cluster of boys and girls.
Word would spread within the hour. And he’d make certain the delivery was made even if he had to find a reindeer and use it to tow the barge into town.
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Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: “What else would she write? She’s never been normal.”
All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house?
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