Three Mondays Before Christmas

Posted on December 7, 2020 by Silver James

I’m ignoring that today is Monday. I shouldn’t since I lazed around yesterday and got nothing accomplished. Last week was…busy. But not. Yes, makes no sense and presents a conundrum. I love saying that word. Anyway…

I did very little writing. In fact, I think it consisted of a 250-word flash fiction story set in the Cajun Wolves world. I won the challenge so that was a yay. The rest of my writing brain cells were centered on editing, revising, blurb writing, and transmitting the final manuscript to the publisher. The covers for the series have been redone and I’m keeping an eye out for FIGHTING FOR JUSTICE to hit pre-order. I’ll do the blurb and cover at some point, which is total suckage as a marketing plan.

TV and sports weren’t very high on my priority list this past week. First, said revisions and editing and blurb writing. Second, 4 a.m. wake-up calls. There were a lot of nights I fell asleep while something or other was on TV and I have no recall of what I watched.

Have I mentioned my life is mostly boring? 🙄  And I’m taking a couple of days off. I’m going to get the Christmas garlands on the front porch. I did manage to get the Christmas wreath on the door over the weekend. I’m considering writing a short Christmas story like I have a couple of times but it depends on inspiration.

There was a weekend, though I was a total slug on Sunday. Saturday was supposed to be super busy and it sort of was. First, pancake breakfast at the American Legion Post. In addition, Santa put in an appearance from 9 to 11 so there was a LARGE crowd. Only does the photos every year and was a bit stressed due to some technical difficulties. Jake went and he was wonderful! He even got his picture taken with Santa. When I get my copy, I’ll share it. I stayed to help Only while Baseball Boy and Stormy went to cover her siren and LG went to cover his. There was a SNAFU in the system so everyone got sent home though not until they were all on site. Needless to say, no Mexican food but hopefully we can schedule another Saturday lunch before the end of the year.

I just looked at the calendar. December 7th. A day that shall live in infamy. I worry about what history is being taught to students these days.  I worry about a lot of things because I’m old and I’ve been there, done that. Anyway.

Time for another cup of coffee and then I’m either going to OD on Hallmark Christmas movies or listen to the Seven series by Dannika Dark. I originally read them years ago, and didn’t read the last book. She’s just released a new spin-off series set in the Breed world and I grabbed the audio book from the library. 4.5 stars so I’m doing a listen of them all and enjoying it. What about y’all? Coffee before work? What work? What book? Holiday decorating? So many questions! Maybe I don’t need more coffee. Yeah. Right! Like that’s gonna happen… 🤣🤣🤣

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Friday Free-for-All: Up All Night

Posted on December 4, 2020 by Silver James

Things that keep me up at night:

If quitters never win, and winners never quit, who the heck came up with “Quit while you’re ahead?

I’m a fan of the “lolcat” website, cheezburger.com. Some make me laugh, some me awwww. Sometimes I’m the first to like a meme–which is like a big glowing star of happiness, sometimes I’m #249, which means I’m not that weird afterall. What I want to know who is the one dumb@$$ who always down votes? And why do they do it?

Capital One Holiday Shopping:

And one final commercal that pretty much sums of 2020: Match made in Hell, from Match.com…

Can you figure out who stars as Santa and Satan? 🤣 Have a great weekend!

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Thursday Thoughts: Universal Editing

Posted on December 3, 2020 by Silver James

This messge from the Universe dropped into my inbox and I was like…See!?! This!!!

I KNEW The Universe was in publishing. LOL This is what every writer I know goes thorugh. Doesn’t matter if we are plotters or pantsers, plantsers or puzzlers. This is pretty much the process. I would know because I wrote over 60K words in a month and I’m on my final revisions and proofreading of FIGHTING FOR JUSTICE.

You don’t have to understand all that happens, figure out every twist in the plot, or even know why the winds sometimes blow as they do, Silver, to grasp that I do, I have, and that ultimately each and every story has a fairytale ending.

I wasn’t born yesterday, you know –
The Universe
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Meanwhile, Silver, long, long ago, you were entrusted with an editor’s pen, of sorts, so if you’d like to write in the margins, take center stage, or just doodle, I’ll guarantee you there’ll be readers.

I hope so. That guarantee of readers. Because we authors alwasy sweat the small stuff. Not that having readers is small stuff. It’s HUGE stuff. Because we WANT people to read our stories. Anyway, February 2021. And yeah, I totally write in the margin and doodle. I’ll let my story take center stage. What about y’all? Do you believe in fairy tale endings?

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Wednesday Words: Metaphorically Speaking

Posted on December 2, 2020 by Silver James

It’s December. And Wednesday. I can’t say I’m sorry to see the tail end of 2020 but it seems that I’m losing time. Contstantly. Anyway, it’s Wednesday and that means words, metaphorically speaking, which happens to be the THEME for #1lineWed today: **METAPHORS**. Who remembers their English comp classes on metaphores and similes and such stuff like that there? 🙋🏼‍♀️ Can you spot the metaphor in this snippet? The scene is fairly self-explanatory so I’ll leave it at that.
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Jack caught the sound of tires crunching gravel first, then the motor sounds. He’d just turned the horses out into the corral. He swung over the fence and headed around the barn. Justice was already waiting as the dark green pickup with the bright green emblem of the Texas Parks and Wildlife Department on the doors. He heard the mewling as Conor Paxton stepped out of the truck on the driver’s side.

“Ohhhh,” Justice sighed. “Look at you, baby.” She stepped forward and took the towel-wrapped bundle from Conor. “Yes, yes, baby. I know. You’re hungry. I’ve got some nummies for you.” Ignoring the men, she cuddled the baby bobcat and walked into the barn.

Conor dipped his chin at Jack. “Sheriff.”

“State Game Warden.”

They both laughed at their formality then shook hands.

“How ya doin’, Jack? And no offense but why in the Sam Hill would you quit the Rangers to become the Sheriff of Bandera County?”

“There are days I ask myself that same question.” Justice’s voice drifted out from the barn. She was singing a lullaby. To the animals. Who knew the woman had a voice like an angel? “And then there are days like today and I know.”

“Ah,” Conor exhaled as the light bulb came on. “Yeah. She’s a keeper.”

Jack whipped his head around to stare at Conor. The game warden held up both hands to hold him off.

“Easy there, Sheriff. I’m married to the most wonderful woman in the world. But, I gotta admit, Justice is gorgeous and what she does with the animals? A lot of times, it’s nothing short of a miracle. She has the touch. We’ve needed a rehabilitator in this area for years and she has been a godsend. Again, literally. I’ve brought in animals the vets advised be put down. Justice said she’d fix them. And she has. Every single time. She’s got a good heart.”

“Pretty woman, yeah, but that heart of hers. That’s the thing.”

“Oh, ho. You are smitten. But a word of warning, Jack. Don’t play with her. There are a lotta folks in these parts who love her for that heart. They—and that includes me—won’t be happy if that heart gets broken.”

Jack’s wolf growled and paced just beneath his skin. The idea of someone else claiming their mate—and Jack had to admit that yup, he was good and moonstruck—unsettled his animal half almost as much as the human part. He soothed the beast, promised him time with the woman they would claim, and nodded to the younger man. “I don’t think that’ll be a worry, son.”

“I have the feeling she’s in good hands, Jack, and I’m happy for you both. You’re a wily old wolf and a loner to boot. ’Bout time you settled down. And Justice? The idea of her living out here on her own—not that she can’t take care of herself, but…well, you know what I mean.”

“Yeah.” Jack knew exactly what he meant.
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You know, I’m curious now. Is it a metaphor if it’s the truth? Okay, writers, show us what you got, metaphorically speaking. And readers, do you have a favorite metaphor you use in real life? Like, do you have a black sheep in your family? Or is your life a circus?

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Tuesday Treats & Titles: Washington Apple Cake

Posted on December 1, 2020 by Silver James

It might be the first of December but it’s still Autumn and the fruits of the fall harvest still abound. Right? Especially apples. Mmm, mmm good! I have no idea if this recipe was inspired by the president or the state. Doesn’t matter. It’s just pretty darn tasty, and pretty easy to whip up this yummy dessert.

Total Time: 2 Hr. 25 Min.
Preg Time: 20 Min.
Cook Time: 2 Hr. 5 Min.
16 Servings

Bake a gorgeous Washington Apple Cake that’s worthy of a presidential dessert. It’s got yellow cake mix, vanilla flavor instant pudding, cinnamon, a pound of apples and more. This moist Washington Apple Cake is served with sweet sour cream icing.

What You Need
1 pkg. (2-layer size) yellow cake mix
1 pkg. (3.4 oz.) JELL-O Vanilla Flavor Instant Pudding
4 eggs
2/3 cup water
1/2 cup oil
1 tsp. ground cinnamon
1/2 cup plus 2 Tbsp. BREAKSTONE’S or KNUDSEN Sour Cream, divided
1 lb. Granny Smith apples (about 3), peeled, coarsely chopped
3/4 cup powdered sugar
1 tsp. water

Let’s Make It
1 – Heat oven to 350ºF.
2 – Beat first 6 ingredients and 1/2 cup sour cream in large bowl with mixer until blended. Stir in apples.
3 – Pour into greased and floured 10-inch tube pan or 12-cup fluted tube pan.
4 – Bake 1 hour to 1 hour 5 min. or until toothpick inserted near center comes out clean. Cool cake in pan 15 min. Loosen cake from sides of pan with knife. Invert cake onto wire rack; gently remove pan. Cool cake completely.
5 – Whisk sugar, 1 tsp. water and remaining sour cream until blended; drizzle over cake. Let stand until glaze is firm.

Kitchen Tips
Tip 1 – Variation: Prepare recipe as directed, using 1 pkg. (1 oz.) JELL-O Vanilla Flavor Sugar Free Fat Free Instant Pudding, 4 egg whites, and BREAKSTONE’S Reduced Fat or KNUDSEN Light Sour Cream.

Tip 2 – Special Extra: Garnish glazed cake with additional ground cinnamon.

Tip 3 – Variation: This moist cake can instead be baked in a 13×9-inch pan. Reduce the baking time to 38 to 40 min. or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean.

If want all the nutritional details and such, CLICK HERE and head over to My Food and Family for the info. Pssst. I’ll share a secret with you. Geneva Pruitt, the heroine of NIGHT WISH, makes this cake. A lot. And before getting involved with Jack “Wizard” Dimond, she used the low-fat variation listed in the tips. Once Wiz convinced her he loves her curves, she just makes it “full strength” and everyone enjoys. If you’d like to read their story, it’s available at almost all on-line digital bookstores. Just click on the title or the cover to travel the magic waves of the internet to the universal link where you can find your favorite etailer. Pssst. I’ll share another secret. I like this cake. A lot! What about y’all? Do you like the flavors of fall?

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Triple Espresso of a Monday

Posted on November 30, 2020 by Silver James

Mondays after a long holiday weekend are…like triple espresso Mondays–a real kick to the system. Which is weird because I work at home and there are times when I’m not sure which day of the week I’m actually in until I look at the calendar. But Mondays? Yeah. Anyway.

So last week was the American Thanksgiving. We did the Kung Flu version this year–Only, Baseball Boy, and Stormageddon came over for turkey sandwishes and pie. Cooking was ridiculously easy. Thank you, Butterball for coming up with the whole bone-in turkey breast freezer-to-oven thing. My family doesn’t do the dark meat and not having to thaw the turkey before roasting? I’m sure my southern roots are twisting up but hey, it works for us. True story, I also learned the “correct” way to slice the breast. From watching Josh Gates’s talk show. No, seriously, and it totally worked! Anyway. We had turkey sandwiches on paper plates with pies of the pumpkin and pecan varieties. Clean-up meant stuffing everything into the trash. FYI, my family isn’t big on dressing and ll the trimmings. Just sayin’. We believe in getting straight to the good stuff–turkey sammaches and pie.

Today is the last day of National Novel Writing Month. Technically, I hit 50K back on the 23rd but the novel wasn’t finished. I hit 62K words this past Saturday and typed The End. Yesterday and today consists of edits, revisions, and proofing. Hopefully, I’ll be sending FIGHTING FOR JUSTICE off to Aces Press for formatting and uploading for pre-order by the end of day. If not, then tomorrow, which isn’t far off deadline. Should I mention that I made myself cry? And laugh. And groan a couple of times. I really hope readers love Justice and Jack as much as I do. Once I’m done, I’m going to take a day or two before I dive into the next project. That’s also to give me time to consider what’s next.

TV. I know better. But did I listen to myself? Nope! So, Saturday night, there was a Hallmark movie premiere, USS CHRISTMAS, about a Christmas tiger cruise on an aircraft carrier. It was typical Hallmark fare and I enjoyed the story. Then, instead of being smart and turning to something else at 11:00, when I should have been dead to the world because I’d been up since 5 a.m., I watched the next movie, THE ANGEL TREE. Did I fall asleep during it? Oh hell no! At 2 a.m., I switched to Crime 360 on C&I because I can sleep through that $h!+. Note to self: Do NOT watch Hallmark Christmas movies when you need to sleep! Yes, they are sappy and sweet and make me sniffle and I love them. So there.

Reading is something of a current bust. I finished Nalini Singh’s ARCHANGEL’S SUN and adored it. The same with the last book in Jennifer Lyon’s Savaged Illusions Trilogy, SAVAGED DEVOTION. All the feels in that book! Then I looked around for something else to listen to. The first book in a historical series by an author I really enjoy turned out to be available on Hoopla. The story is okay but the narrator’s accent is driving me batty. I mean, it’s fine. I need to be reading my own writing but for those times when I’m doing other stuff…Anway, we’ll see. There’s nothing else out there that has grabbed my attention either.

So…what else? My OSU Cowboys won. OU didn’t play. The stupid Covid thing. Yadi and Wainwright are still in free-agent limbo wth the Cardinals and I’m trying not to think about the Redbirds without them.

Loki actually semi-snuggled with me one evening. He also likes my 5 a.m. internal wake up because if I don’t wake up, he gets the zoomies and wants to play. All the ferals are present and accounted for. The squirrels are tormenting Jake so he is in. Out. In. Out. And Boone is almost as bad. Ah, Fall. 🙄

Sadly, that’s pretty much my laugh. Don’t get me wrong. That’s not a complaint. I finished a book in a month–literally. Writing, editing, submitting. I’m hoping that trend continues though I’m not going to push through the holidays. Just writing every day is a big deal for me. Anyway…

That’s it for me. For those who celebrated, how’d your Thanksgiving go? Who’s ready for Christmas? (I promise not to shoot anyone who raises a hand…) Who has news of any variety? Who just wants to get through Monday? 🙋🏼‍♀️ Y’all have a good one!

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Black Friday Sinema

Posted on November 27, 2020 by Silver James

In the Time of Covid, is anyone actually getting up at the butt crack of dawn for all those Black Friday deals? Or do you just have trouble getting up and moving in the morning? *eyes LG* You can always try this. I do highly recommend the Black Rifle Coffee. LG joined their monthly club. Good stuffs! And I always have a sad face when I make the last pot. Anyway, to all you intrepid adventurers, I salute you. In my jammies. With my fuzzy slippers. And my coffee. Happy Friday!

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Thursday Thoughts: Universal Gratitude

Posted on November 26, 2020 by Silver James

This has been a weird year. So many of us feel isolated and alone. I hope you can share this holiday with loved ones. If not, know that I care about you!

Today, I’m reversing roles with the Universe because…well, because.

You’re thanking me?!

No, Silver. Sorry. I’m afraid you were misinformed.

You see, it’s me who thanks you, every moment of every day, for all that you are.

You have no idea.

High Five,
The Universe
©www.tut.com

Thank you, thank you, thank you, Silver!

Now, wherever you see my name? Insert your own! Because I owe it all to y”all! I am thankful for your friendship. Your kind words. Your encouragement. Your faith in me and my characters. You enjoyment of my books. Your continued support. May today and each new day bring you many reasons to be thankful in your lives.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Wednesday Words: Gratitude

Posted on November 25, 2020 by Silver James

We are in the downhill slide to the end of the year and the holidays are fully upon us. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Seems like yesterday was Halloween. Time is so weird. Anyway, todays #1lineWed THEME is something of a no-brainer–**GRATITUDE**– and since I have a scene in FIGHTING FOR JUSTICE that’s centered around Thanksgiving, I figured y’all could deal with a fairl long snippet. That’s the only set-up you get. 😉
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“Why is he even here?” Brooke perched on one of the kitchen stools. She was supposed to be arranging a relish plate but she ignored the cans and jars of olives, pickles, and other munchables.

Justice continued rolling out dough for the yeast rolls. The turkey was in the oven, and the kitchen smelled heavenly. Potatoes were ready to be mashed. The green bean casserole would go in soon. Elena and Pops were bringing dessert and the cranberry sauce. “He’s here because the sheriff is my friend and I invited him.”

“Your friend?” How her niece could sneer, smirk and put air quotes around a word all at the same time had to be a teenager talent.

“Yes. My friend.” Oh, Jack was so much more but for two months now, she’d managed to hide the fact that Jack shared her bed on multiple occasions. Thank goodness the man was sneaky and they’d had no close calls causing him to vacate the premises via her bedroom window. The mental picture of him scrambling down the side of her house put a big smile on her face.

“Ewww. Stop that, Aunt Jussie. I know what you’re thinking about and it skeeves me out.”

Jack walked up behind Justice and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “You’ll be thinkin’ different in a year or so,” he told Brooke.

“Ewww,” Justice responded. “No boys for you, young lady.”

The teen rolled her eyes. “Boyfriends are for losers.”

“Says the girl who doesn’t have one,” Justice mumbled that for Jack’s ears only. She glanced at the neon clock on the wall. “Elena and Pops should be here any minute now.”

In response to her statement, a red truck pulled up in front of the house. Elena and Pops climbed out and then Pops helped someone out of the front seat.

“Is that Miss Reba?”

“Appears so. I’ll go help Pops with the food.”

Jack passed the ladies on the way in and directed them toward the kitchen. At the truck, Pops handed him a fancy food carrier with handles and everything, along with a pie container. Breathing deeply, Jack smiled. “Pecan pie and sweet potato casserole.”

“Both compliments of Reba.” Pops carried a brown bag with handles and two stacked food carriers—one pie, one cake. “Tres leches cake, pumpkin pie, cranberry sauce, and Lena’s hand-made tamales. Can’t have a holiday meal without those!”

Jack’s stomach growled. “Good.”

Laughing, Pops preceded him into the house. “A man after my own heart.”

They delivered their items and then the ladies shooed them out. Brooke sulked when they detained her and insisted she help.

“How’s that goin’?” Pops asked once they were in the family room with the TV loud enough the women couldn’t hear.

“Good days and bad days. Gettin’ to be more good lately.”

“And you and Justice?”

Jack scowled at his best friend. “What about me’n Justice.”

“How’s that going?”

“Not rushin’ her.”

Pops leaned his head back and laughed. “Not rushing her? Swear to God, Jack, you are slower than the Medina River in a drought.”

A growl escaped before Jack could swallow it. “Leave it be, Pops.”

His old friend studied him for a long time but didn’t say anything. Then he faced the TV and asked, “Who’s playin’ today?”

Jack let his anger go. Prolonging things with Justice was gettin’ damn old. His wolf was acting as sulky as Brooke, but Jack couldn’t move things faster. They were together. They weren’t hiding they had a relationship. He managed to get into her bed most nights and the ones he couldn’t, he patrolled her ranch in wolf form. “Houston and Detroit. Cowboys play Washington later.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

An hour later, Brooke slouched in and collapsed on the couch. She glanced at the TV and huffed out an aggrieved sigh. “I hate football,” she announced in an imperious voice.

Jack slowly turned his head to stare at her. She met his gaze for about half a second then she dropped her eyes. “Parades are over.”

“I don’t like them either.”

“Is there anything you do like?”

Pops burst out laughing. Man and girl both stared at him. “Lord but I do not miss this stuff. I’ll take a toddler’s tantrum over an angst-filled teen any day of the week.”

“I don’t even know what that means,” Brooke groused.

“Is emo kid still a thing?” Reba called from the kitchen. “I’m old and I don’t keep track of the hip slang anymore.”

“I am sooo not an E-girl. Jeez.”

“E-girl.” Jack pondered the phrase. “That anything like email?”

Brooke rolled off the couch. “I don’t have to put up with being dissed like this. I’m going to my room.”

“Did you set the table?” Justice called.

“Yes.” Brooke trudged up the back stairs like the weight of the universe hung around her neck.

Jack glanced at Pops to find the other man staring at him and grinning. “What?”
“Watching you and that young’un. Makes me proud and grateful that I’m standing here watching.”

“Shut up, Pops.”
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I’m grateful I bought a freezer-to-oven turkey breast that will take about 2 1/2 hours to roast and then we’ll enjoy turkey sandwiches and the trimmings because turkey sammiches are the best part of Thanksgiving around this house. The kids are coming and I’m grateful for that, too. I’m also grateful that this book is almost done. Yay! Writers, any gratitude words to share? Readers, what are you grateful for? If you are celebrating, have a very happy Thanksgiving tomorrow!

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Tuesday Treats & Titles: Cajun Thanksgiving Rum Cake

Posted on November 24, 2020 by Silver James

The following “commercial” comment is brought to you by Louisiana Travel and I’m happy to “run” it because this recipe sounds amazing, even if it is a bit labor intensive.

This sweet and slightly boozy recipe is a delicious addition to any meal but it especially shines during the holidays. Ensure you get the best flavor by using a Louisiana-distilled Rum. Check out the different Louisiana distillers and find the perfect rum for your pound cake.

Ingredients for Pound Cake
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
6 large eggs, separated
1¼ cups sugar, divided
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
½ teaspoon rum extract
¾ cup unsalted butter, melted
½ cup half-and-half
3 cups Rum Syrup, divided (recipe follows)

Method of Preparation
Preheat oven to 350°. Spray a 10-cup Bundt pan with baking spray; set aside.

In a medium bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, and salt; set aside. In a separate medium bowl, beat yolks and ¾ cup sugar with a mixer at medium-high speed until mixture is thick and pale, about 2 minutes. Reduce mixer speed to low. Add extracts.

Add flour mixture to yolk mixture in three batches, and beat just until combined. Add butter and half-and-half, and beat to combine.

In a large bowl, beat egg whites with a mixer fitted with the whisk attachment at medium-high speed until frothy. Increase mixer speed to high, and gradually add remaining ½ cup sugar, a few tablespoons at a time, until all is combined. Beat until stiff glossy peaks form, about 4 minutes.

Add one-third of egg whites to yolk mixture, combining gently. Add remaining egg whites, folding gently to combine. Spoon batter into prepared pan.

Bake until a wooden pick inserted near center comes out clean, 45 to 50 minutes. Cool in pan on wire rack 10 minutes. Do not remove from pan. Using a skewer, pierce cake 12 to 15 times. Pour 2 cups Rum Syrup onto cake. Let stand 15 to 20 minutes.

Meanwhile, in a small saucepan, cook remaining 1 cup Rum Syrup over medium heat, stirring occasionally, until thickened, about 15 minutes. Remove from heat, and let cool completely.

Invert cake onto serving platter. Drizzle with desired amount of thickened Rum syrup, reserving remainder for another use, if desired. Store covered at room temperature for up to 5 days.

Makes 12 servings

Rum Syrup Ingredients
3 cups firmly packed light brown sugar
2 cups water
½ teaspoon vanilla extract
¼ teaspoon salt
1 cup rum

Method of Preparation
In a medium saucepan, bring sugar, 2 cups water, vanilla, and salt to a boil over high heat; reduce heat to medium-low and simmer, stirring occasionally, for about 20 minutes. Remove from heat; add rum, whisking to combine. Cool completely. Makes 12 servings

This recipe was provided by Louisiana Cookin’ Magazine. Check our Louisiana recipes and visit Louisiana Cookin’ for even more recipes. Check out the RUM CAKE PAGE and for other yummy Louisiana Thanksgiving dishes, CHECK THIS OUT.

As y’all know, I have two Cajun characters: Isabelle “Izzy” Fontaine (the heroine of ROGUE MOON) and her uncle Antoine Fontaine (the hero of BLUE MOON). Izzy cooks, having learned from her grandmother, the matriarch of the extended Fontaine clan. Antoine, being a Wolf, eats. Izzy brings out the big guns on Thanksgiving and Christmas. Everyone loves her Rum Cake and if you check out the links, you’ll discover the other “unusual” and totally tasty dishes she prepares. Izzy’s hero is rogue Wolf,  Rudek “Rudy” Tornjak. Antoine claims Deputy US Marshal DJ Collier. You can read their stories by clicking on the covers or the titles. Read free with Kindle Unlimited. Note: ROGUE MOON is also included in MOONSTRUCK: BETRAYAL. Personally, I agree with Izzy (and all the Wolves). A little booze in dessert is a good thing because…yum! And I’m a fan of rum so there ya go. What about y’all? Do you like a little “hair of the Wolf” when you’re cooking or eating? And yes, I was being a bit obtuse and punny there. 😉

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