Just Another Monday

Posted on January 24, 2022 by Silver James

January is headed toward a new calendar page. My calendar has wolves. Like…d’uh, right? Anyway, I usually look forward to February. I’m undecided about this year. In other news, not much happened last week or over the weekend.

In writing news, I updated CRASH & BURN and released it wide after taking it out of  Kindle Select/Unlimited. This week, my last two self-pubs (HUNTER’S MOON and ROGUE MOON) will go wide. In the current WIP, I hit a real snag that had me hornswaggled for far longer than it should have. I did finally work through the problem, fixing it. At least I think I did. My beta readers will let me know once I get to that part. I also wrote 250 words (a small scene) that I really liked. Written for a weekly flash fiction challenge I do each week, I wasn’t the only one. Last week’s judge decreed me the winner. It’s a sweet scene and a little funny, but also very deep, between two characters that have had far more bad than good so far. Watching them finally come together is a good moment. I have hopes of getting off high center this week and getting more scenes going. I have noticed one thing. For a book about wolf shifters who are mobsters, there’s a lot of dark but not much dirty. I really need to work on the dirty. LOL I’m sure the Wolves are feeling a little frustrated.

An era came to an end last week. My all-time favorite zip-up hoodie. I bought the thing way back during Only’s first semester of college. It was gray. With the college team name and mascot in red on the left front. It was old and soft and very comfortable. I wore it. A lot. The cuffs were split (but could have been sewn up). the hood strings had HUGE knots in them because the holes had gotten so big and I’d have to fish an end out every time it got wash. This past week, I finally had to break down and wash it again. And the zipper pretty much disintegrated. *makes sad bear noises* It’s hard to find a hooded sweatshirt that zips. I don’t want a pullover. I have an OSU one but it needs to be washing like 100 more times before it gets that soft, comfy feel to it. Any of you have a favorite piece of clothing like that?

Got the test results back from when I donated blood. I do have the ‘Rona antibodies in my bloodstream. Good to know. I’m freaking ready for life to get back to some semblance of normal. And I DON’T mean the new normal. I mean, life as it was before.

I haven’t been a fan of the NFL is quite awhile and I outright dislike the NBA. Not the sports, necessarily, but the over-all organizations. Oh, and the NCAA. I promise not to climb on that soap box, Anyway, I was sorry Green Bay was upset Saturday. I was rooting for Aaron Rodgers. There’s still no movement in MLB so no clue if there will be Spring Training in 3 weeks or not. Pitchers and catchers usually report around Valentine’s day and the first games start around my birthday. (That’s one of the reasons I look forward to February. Still 🤞🏼 owners and players can reach an agreement.

As far as reading goes, I’m still behind my 2022 reading goal numbers. I’m not to worried. I’ll make it to 150 or I won’t. I have enough the Innkeeper Chronociles by Ilona Andrews. That was the only series by them (wife and husband team) I hadn’t read/listened to. Multiple times for the rest, in fact. There was just something about the first book that I couldn’t get into and gave up a couple of times in the first chapter. I stuck to it this time and discovered that the headspace was right and I’m enjoying the books and characters.

What haven’t I talked about that I ususally do? Critters are all fine–domestic and feral. TV is mostly paranormal or science-y stuffs. There hasn’t been a series that caught and held me in the past several years. Probably my loss but whatever. Weather is cold, less cold, cold, sort of warm, cold. Yeah, yeah. It IS January. I just need to deal with it.

So there you go. That’s my update to start the week. When I get back from my usual Monday-morning Wallyworld run, I hope to churn out some new words. If not, then I’ll start on updating the two Moon books. I can’t post them until Thursday so there’s no huge rush. This week should be like all the rest. Not a great thing but not a bad thing either. Right? Anybody got something to add?

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Friday Sinema: Nerd Girl

Posted on January 21, 2022 by Silver James

I have a soft spot for nerd girls. I was one–preferring books over people. Oh. Wait. I haven’t changed much. Anyway, I have some nerd girl heroines–wildlife biologist Dr. Liz Graham and historical archivist Lauren Reilly come to mind. Anyway, I tumbled across this video starring a self-professed nerd girl and now I kinda wish I wrote YA because she could totally be the main character in a book! Have a great weekend, and watch out for the rising sun. 😉

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Thursday Thoughts: Outside the Box

Posted on January 20, 2022 by Silver James

Last week, I wrote a scene. It’s an important scene that sets up several plot threads. It’s meant to be both informative and evocative. There are several people involved and all of them have high stakes in what happens in this one, pivotal scene. Nothing I’ve done “feels” right. Then the Universe dropped this into my inbox.

There’s nothing, Silver, that “thinking new thoughts” can’t solve, make happen, or improve.

Wow, sent that one just in time, huh?

The Universe

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And you can thank me, Silver, for thinking up Fridays.

As writers, we can’t get so focused sometimes. We need to think new thoughts.  And sometimes, we need to think those thoughts outside the box. POV doesn’t work? Write the scene from a different character’s POV. There’s no emotion? Insert action that will elicite reactions–STRONG reactions–from the characters involved. Give them a reason to care what’s happening so your readers will also care. Look at things differently. Think new thoughts, yeah?

FYI, I’m still working on that scene–in my head, anyway. I’ve moved on after peppering the virtual margins with notes and ideas on how to fix but I haven’t quite nailed it down. Now, with this message from the Big U, I’m going to “think new thoughts” about that scene and work on it again. I’ll get it right. Because it’s important. Another writer might just leave it and let the chips fall where they may. I can’t do that. Sometimes, you have to poor your own blood, sweat, and tears into the words to get them right.

Oh, and yes. I’m really glad the Big U thought up Fridays. It gives Thursday something to look forward to. 😉

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Wednesday Words: For All

Posted on January 19, 2022 by Silver James

New week, another Wednesday and more words. The #1lineWed THEME this week is **FOR ALL**. I’m not sure if I’ve posted this scene here before. It started life as a flash fiction challenge the was added to while it was on my mind. The flash challenge had a 250 word maximum so there was a lot that needed expanding. Another flash challenge worked itself into another expansion of that scene and finally today’s prompt was the cheery on top. While this scene still needs edits, it’s mostly complete. Kathleen Gallagher is the main focus and the scene is pretty much self-explanatory as to timing and characters. Hope you enjoy!
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Kathleen had no clue why her so-called friends would drag her along on this fiasco. Even Mary Pat, whom she’d known since first grade at St. Vincent’s Catholic School and whom she considered to be her very best friend, had insisted. One year ago, they’d put Tommy in the ground, closed casket. The looks of pity from everyone, including Mary Pat, hadn’t gone unnoticed. She’d also recognized the arch looks of superiority from the others. They all thought she hadn’t known that Tommy was screwing around on her.

From her seat in the corner, she watched Nora and Rosie play their games. She wondered if they knew Tommy had been bumping uglies with both of them. Oh, they’d looked all pious and concerned at the bastard’s wake, but she’d heard them gloating to others, not to each other. Everyone felt so sorry for her—the young widow of the hero cop. Ha. Some hero. Tommy had been taking payoffs and screwing everything with the right plumbing. She counted herself lucky the six years they’d been married that he’d rather use her as a punching bag. Tommy used that to work out his frustrations. The fucking? That was sheer punishment and he dished out the marital rapes with ruthless intensity. She’d gotten pregnant once, but then he beat the kid right out of her. Oh, he’d gotten a lot of sympathy over that one. Poor Tommy Gallagher who’s clumsy wife had fallen down the stairs and miscarried.

Then on a hot August night, some Southie gangster did her the biggest favor of her life. He walked up and shot Tommy in the head. She figured it happened while some whore was sucking him off. That little tidbit stayed out of the papers because the department made him out to be a hero. The magnificent Tommy Gallagher, dying in the line of duty protecting some helpless woman. The department, or Danny Boy Moore, paid off some working girl, so the story she gave was that a john was beating her up and Tommy intervened. As if. She wasn’t stupid. Or clueless. Tommy had played a dangerous game and paid full price for the ride.

Noise in the strip club ramped up and strobe lights went into hyper drive. The grinding bass beat was a perfect counterpoint to the gyrating male bodies prancing around on the stage. The women in the audience screamed and cat-called. For Kathleen, the volume triggered a headache.

Mary Pat leaned over and all but shouted in her ear. “They’re pretty good, aren’t they?”

She wanted nothing more than to be home in her own bed, the one that she shared with the new love of her life—Puck, her Newfoundland dog. Resisting the urge to stick her ear, Kathleen shrugged the shoulder closest to Mary Pat. Luckily, the other woman took the hint and sat back. Her gaze remained focused on Kathleen, though.

The smug looks from Nora and Rosie didn’t help. She was so done with all this. Once upon a time, she’d believed in that whole musketeer thing. All for one and one for all. She’d been one alone too long now. She didn’t need friends like Nora and Rose and as much as she loved Mary Pat, even her bestie was currently stomping on her very last nerve.

“I’m done,” she said, reaching into her bag for her wallet.

“What?”

Mary Pat was probably yelling but Kathleen could hear nothing over the thunderous music. She fished out a twenty and placed it under the glass containing the drink she’d never touched. “Going home.” She exaggerated the words as she attempted to be heard over the sound system.

“No!” Mary Pat jumped off her stool. “You can’t leave yet!”

“Can and am.” She stood and topped the other woman by almost a foot. As she brushed past, she caught a glimpse of a face across the room. She froze. It was him. The man who haunted her dreams. And he was walking toward her.
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All I can say is, Devlin has certainly taken his time, but given the circumstances? Anyway, there it is. Don’t ask what happens next. I haven’t gotten that far. 🤣 Writers, do you have any “for all” of us words? Readers, have you read “The Three Muskateers?”

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Tuesday Treats & Titles: Chocolate Pretzel Bark

Posted on January 18, 2022 by Silver James

Yes, I know. It’s been 3 weeks since Christmas. But CHRISTMAS MOON is pretty much wide now and I’m not sure I’ve mentioned that before. Plus this is totally a year-round treat, even though we mostly think of Chocolate Pretzel Bark around the holidays.

Total Time: 1 Hr. 20 Min. (incl. refrigerating)
Prep Tme: 20 Min.
Cook Time: 1 Hr.
10 Servings

Take chocolate-covered pretzels to a new level with Chocolate Pretzel Bark! The combination of chopped pecans and pretzels in BAKER’S Semi-Sweet Chocolate is truly fantastic. It’s easy to make Chocolate Pretzel Bark with your whole family.

What You Need
1 cup chopped pretzels
1/3 cup chopped toasted pecans
3 pkg. (4 oz. each) BAKER’S Semi-Sweet Chocolate, broken into pieces, melted

Let’s Make It
1 – Stir pretzels and nuts into chocolate; spread onto waxed paper-covered baking sheet.
2 – Refrigerate 1 hour or until firm.
3 – Break into pieces.

Kitchen Tips
Tip 1 – Size Wise: Sweets can add enjoyment to a balanced diet, but be sure to choose an appropriate portion.

Tip 2 – Chocolate-Peanut Butter Bark: Omit nuts and pretzels. Melt chocolate and spread onto prepared baking sheet as directed. Immediately drop 1/4 cup creamy peanut butter, by spoonfuls, onto chocolate. Cut through peanut butter with knife several times for marble effect. Refrigerate and break into pieces as directed.

My Tip – Melt the chocolate in the microwave, in 30 second intervals, stirring to help the chunks melt. And don’t worry about toasting pecans. Just grab a bag of the chopped ones off the grocery shelf and use them! S’all good. 😉

Guess where this recipe came from? Yup, that would be My Food and Family. Want all the details? CLICK HERE. The mates just have one thing to say about this one: If you have all the ingredients, you can totally make this in the kitchen of an RV traveling across I-10 headed west to reunite with the Wolves so everyone can all celebrate the holiday together. The kids love these. The wives consider them crack. Poor Antoine maybe gets one piece. And yes, you can bet they either elebenty million quadruple (according to Cody) the incredients, or there’s at least one mate constantly fixing it because, y’all? AWESOME roadtrip snack. Just sayin’. Want to read about all the hijinx along the way? Grab CHRISTMAS MOON from the online bookseller you prefer by going to BOOKS2READ to find your favorite. Just click any of the book links–title or pic. The ladies want to know, “What’s your favorite snack for a road trip?”

Pssst. Hannah here. I don’t care what anyone says, I can too make this shit er stuff. Microwave, baby. Easy peasy. Thing is? It’s easier to just let them do it. Ahahahahhahaha!

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Middle Monday

Posted on January 17, 2022 by Silver James

Sadly, this January has five–count ’em FIVE–Mondays. I wonder if that’s a peek at what 2022 will bring. In the meantime, there was a past week and a weekend to update. Let’s jump right in…

There was some writing done. Not a whole lot, but some. I did write Chapter 16 and then stared at it, hating the whole heckin’ thing. I intended to fix it on Friday but I found myself just staring at the words on my monitor and hating it even more. Argh. It’s an important scene–supposed to emotional and with insights into several different plot threads. I was tempted to print it out just so I could rip it into tiny little pieces. Saturday was a writing wash as well. Then came yesterday. Determined to fix that chapter I opened a new docusment, started with a different character in a different place and…welll…1500 words later, I have a decent backbone for that chapter. Today, I’ll harvest some from the original, fit the best parts into the new chapter and I think things will turn out fine, withou losing 1700 words. Words are precious, doncha know. Anyway, I’m feeling better about things this morning.

I did manage some decluttering in my office. I emptied a three-drawer rolling cart and a large hamper which, when sorted, became two bags for the charity thrift shop, two boxes for Only to sort, and a large bag of trash. At this rate, I’ll have a rearragned and organized office by 2023. 🤣

That’s about the sum total of my so-called achievements. The weekend? Pretty much a wash, but not totally. Saturday, I gave blood. I set a new personal best for “filling the bag”– 5 1/2 minutes. It usually takes me 7-8 minutes. I have good blood and the 🧛🏼‍♂️🦇🧛🏼‍♀️ like me. Giving blood is no big deal but it was beyond frigid outside–howling wind out of the north, windchill around 11 degrees, and spitting snow, of which none stuck. After staring at Chapter 16 for about an hour, I gave up and decied to get warm. I fell asleep under all the covers around 2 p.m. and didn’t roll over until 7:30 p.m. Yeah, I needed the sleep obviously. Boone is still being…weird and especially so at night. Anyway… Sunday, I rewrote the chapter and made Cool Whip Snickerdoodle cookies. Yummers but dang. That dough is heckin’ sticky! (FYI–it’s Cool Whip, a box of cake mix, and an egg. Easy peasy. But for the sticky!) Oh! And LG and I installed the Ring doorbell the Kids gave me for Christmas. I have a new toy! 🤣 Today, after my Wallyworld run, maybe LG and I will get the other camera up over the garage.

I only managed two books last week. Not exactly gangbusters, given my normal speed. I dropped my usual 200-book challenge to 150. At this rate, I might have to drop it more. I listened to a new-to-me author and then a favorite but a series that I’d start and not get far before losing interest. I picked up the audio book on a deal. Sadly, this series isn’t available from the library so not sure I’ll continue it at this time. I enjoyed it this time though, so who knows.

The Mystery of Blind Frog Ranch started its new season on Discovery. Dude… It is sooo out there this season. I love it! MiBs, bodies disappearing, things going bump in the night. Remind me not to visit the Uinta Valley in Utah! Not much else has caught my attention. We’re still a month and a half from pitcher/catcher by MLB owners are still in lock-out mode. Unless things change, there may not be a season. That will make me a very sad puppy.

Not much else going on in my world. Only’s up to some awesome shenanigans at work but I can’t discuss them until official releases. I don’t know all the details either, but it’s cool stuffs. No Stormy time but that’s okay. And that’s it for me. After one more coffee, I’m headed out to Wallyworld. If I people early, I can get it over with. 😉 Anybody have noteworthy news to share? How’s your weather?

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Friday Sinema: Tatum Go

Posted on January 14, 2022 by Silver James

I miss watching Lip Sync Battle. One of my fave’s is always Channing Tatum. That dude will do just about anything, as today’s video proves. Did you sing along? I did… Have a great weekend!

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Thursday Thoughts: Universal Smooth Sailing

Posted on January 13, 2022 by Silver James

I had hopes for this year. Not huge hopes. Yeah, yeah, we’re only in the second week of 2022 but so far, I’m not seeing much change–not in the big picture nor in the little one. The world is still operating on the nutty side. All I can do is shake my head and mutter, “Do you even listen to what comes out of your mouth?” Obviously, their answer would be no. On a smaller scale, Real Life keeps knocking me off balance. Or maybe it’s just me tripping over my own feet. I’m working on that–you know, the whole walking and thinking at the same time thing. Anyway, I need to let it go. And no, I am NOT singing that chorus. Nope. Uh hun. Not me…

In moments of high stress, anxiety, or fluster, Silver, instead of hoping, wondering, or worrying, remember your double-secret resources of skipping, twirling, and humming.

Port out, starboard home –
The Universe
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Winking, tilting, and nodding, Silver, may also apply in certain company, and rarely, but oh so rarely, might you dunk, swish, and slurp.

See? The Universe always has the answer. I’m not going to let the stress get to me. I’m not going to get anxious or flustered. I’ll do what I can when I can and let the rest go. Pardon me, I’m off to skip, twirl, and hum. But not that song. Nope…

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Wednesday Words: Vagaries of The

Posted on January 12, 2022 by Silver James

So I used to be the person who came up with the themes for #1lineWed over on twitter. It’s not always easy but today’s prompt? Seriously? It’s *THE*. That’s it. It is almost impossible to write a sentence that does not contain the word “the.” See? Since I don’t really want to count how many times “the” appears in the current WIP, I decided to post what turned out to be a rather long snippet but one that’s been freshly written in the past few days. Things are moving along and Ronan is certainly bedeviling Maura. *bwahaha* Side note, why is there not a *bwahaha* emoticon? Asking for a friend… Anyway, this should be fairly self-explanatory.
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Movement caught Maura’s attention. A tall man, impeccably dressed and the bane of her existence, leaned against the rear wall. Ronan O’Connor, Irish mob boss. And the man starring in all her wet dreams. What was he doing here? He might be standing across the room but she could seen the corners of his eyes crinkle as his lips curled upward into a faint semblance of a smile. He knew she’d seen him. And it was almost like he knew what she was thinking. The man was dangerous. And trouble.

The crime-beat reporter for a local TV station stood up. This woman was cool, confident, and put up with bullshit from no one—especially not Alex. She was impeccably dressed and looked like she’d be right at home in the Kennedy family compound out on Hyannis Port. “Do you have any suspencts?” Her voice rang out, dampening the mild buzz of conversation in the room.

Alex blinked, started to speak, then jerked his head around to stare at Maura. “I’ll let my associate answer that.”

Maintaining a perfect poker face, she traded places with him. Before she could answer the reporter’s question, others shouted at her. Who was she? Spell her name for them. Etc. Etc. Etc. Her voice frosty, she focused on each person who’d been yelling at her until they grew quiet.

“First Assistant District Attorney Maura Brannigan. M-a-u-r-a B-r-a-n-n-i-g-a-n. And to answer your question, Ms. Phillips, no. We do not have a specific suspect at the moment but we do have a person of interest we wish to question.”

A hush fell over the room and the crowd actually leaned forward in their seats. The crime reporter smiled and again, her voice cut the distance between them like a knife. “Are you in a position to share that information with us?”

Maura glanced over at the police officers. The Commissioner nodded. She didn’t smile but she let her eyes relax just a bit. “I don’t have much to share, Ms. Phillips. The body parts belong to known associates of the the victim that was found. He has a brother who was, according some some reports, a…” She paused and let a very small smile touch the corners of her lips before finishing, “the victim’s partner in crime.”

Phillips flashed a dazzling smile and dipped her chin in a small kudos. “So, you’re saying that the brothers had a falling out and in classic Cain and Abel fashion, one killed the other.”

Arching a brow, Maura returned the kudos. “All I’m saying, Helen, is that we have a body and his brother is missing. My job is not to investigate but to prosecute once all the facts are in and an arrest has been made.”

That statement set off another round of questions all directed toward the police. The PIO took over the microphone with a glower in Maura’s direction that he made sure no reporter could see. She smiled to herself. My work here is done, she thought to herself.

As the PIO attempted to regain control, a uniformed officer hustled into the room and jogged up to the line of notables. He whispered something into the Superintendent in Chief’s ear. The man paled but nodded. The chief caught the commissioner’s eye. They exchanged a look. The commissioner grabbed the department’s PIO and whispered in her ear. Her eyes widened before she could hide her surprise. She recovered, nodded to both the commission and the chief and with brisk steps, approached Alex. She deftly moved in from the side, not quite elbowing the DA out of the way.

Maura had to look down to hide the fact she was biting back laughter. The indignant look on Alex’s face was priceless. He sputtered as the PIO adjusted the microphone and took over.

“Apologies, everyone. Those are all the questions we have time for today. Any further questions can be directed to my office or to ADA Brannigan.”

Maura jerked her head up, too shocked to hide her emotions as she sought out Alex. He still looked pissed that his platform had been so precipitously removed and he was glowering at her. He mouthed, “What the hell?”

She gave him big eyes and a vague shrug of one shoulder. She didn’t have a clue and she also had no clue why she would be singled out to answer questions on this case. Alex had claimed it as his very own. He was the point person.

“We’ll finish this in my office, Miz Brannigan,” Alex hissed as he brushed past her. She turned to follow but the commissioner called her name. Both she and Alex turned to look at the man.

“I need your ADA for a moment, Alex,” the Commissioner explained.

Alex shot her a sour look and marched away after snarling, “Make it quick.”

Maintaining her composure, she faced the Chief and the Commissioner. “Don’t worry about your ride,” the Chief said. “I’ll get a squad car to take you back to your office.”

She nodded in thanks but let her gaze trail over what was left of the audience. Ronan O’Connor had disappeared. Good.
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There you have it folks. Maura’s caught between a rock and a hard spot and I guarantee things will not get easier for her in the next few chapters. Writers, free theme today. Have any words you want to share? And readers. what is THE one book that you are looking forward to reading?

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Tuesday Treats & Titles: Cheesy Bread Pulls

Posted on January 11, 2022 by Silver James

Looking for an easy, gooey snack? You know for cozying up to watch a Hallmark movie, or the Superbowl? I would have said the NCAA Championship game, but they played that last night. Oh, well. There’s still basketball. And hockey!  Anyway, this one has lots of possibilities and can be tweaked to meet individual tastes.

Total Time: 45 Min.
Prep Time: 20 Min.
Cook Time: 25 Min.
24 servinges

Made with a round sourdough bread loaf, these Cheesy Bread Pulls are a neat way to present friends and family with garlicky, bacon-studded goodness.

What You Need
1 sourdough bread loaf (1 lb.)
1 pkg. (8 oz.) KRAFT Big Slice Mild Cheddar Cheese Slices
6 slices cooked OSCAR MAYER Bacon, crumbled
1/4 cup butter, melted
2 Tbsp. KRAFT Zesty Italian Dressing
1 green onion, thinly sliced
2 cloves garlic, minced
Reynolds® is a registered trademark of Reynolds Consumer Products LLC

Let’s Make It
1 – Heat oven to 350ºF.
2 – Use serrated knife to make vertical cuts, 1 inch apart, in top of bread loaf, being careful to not cut through to bottom of loaf. Turn bread 1/4 turn; repeat cuts.
3 – Cut each cheese slice into thirds; press into cuts in bread along with the bacon. Place loaf on large sheet of foil.
4 – Mix remaining ingredients until blended; drizzle over bread. Wrap with Reynolds Wrap® Aluminum Foil; place on baking sheet.
5 – Bake 25 min. or until heated through, unwrapping bread after 15 min.

Kitchen Tips
Tip 1 – Size Wise: Enjoy this warm, cheesy bread but remember to keep tabs on portions.

Tip 2 – Substitute: Prepare using OSCAR MAYER Natural Smoked Uncured Bacon.

Tip 3 – Cheesy Chili Bread Pulls: Prepare as directed, using KRAFT Big Slice Pepper Jack Cheese Slices, and substituting 1 drained can (4 oz.) chopped green chiles for the crumbled cooked bacon, and 2 Tbsp. chopped fresh cilantro for the green onions.

My Tip – I like sharp cheddar so I vote for using that instead of mild.

I’m leaning on my fall-back for good recipes. Click over to My Food and Family for all the nutritional details. Also, Dr. Liz Graham-Lightfoot dug out her copy and waved it under my nose. “Hey! Even us nerd girls can cook. Cheesy Bread Pulls and soup got me through grad school! Now, I have to make three loaves because Michael and Micah each want their own loaf! I mean, how unfair is that?” Sounds like a plan to me, Liz! And also, like father, like son. 😉 If you’d like to read how a wildlife biologist and a former Army sniper turned forest ranger bond over a couple of kidnapped wolf pups, you can read their story in BAD MOON. It’s going wide and you can find the current list of online booksellers at Books2Read. Just click title or a pic with the cover to go find your favorite store. If you already have your copy, thank you! What about y’all? Any favorite cheesy snacks?

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