Fall is most certainly settling in here in E. WA. We've had two killing frosts, so denial must be set aside. When the weather turns so do my ideas of what sounds good for dinner.
The grill will be abandon, for the most part, in favor of the range. Stew, hot dish and mashed potatoes replace, grilled chicken, pork, steak and potato salad.
Which begs the question, what do you feed your characters? I mean they can't manage all the feats of heroism required on an empty stomach. Readers would wonder.
In Escape to Love they eat every thing from roast rabbit and snake to lutefisk. Safe Harbor is more common fare. There's a trip to Pike's Market for fresh seafood that takes top billing. Add a grumbling Vegan and it's quite fun. In Mystic's Warrior food becomes part of a sensitive scene.
How does food play out in your ms? What wonders do we find on the table or in bed?
My beef stew.
1/2 to 1 pound of cubed beef
1-2 cups cubed red potatoes
2 large carrots, sliced or diced.
1/2 cup each frozen peas and corn
1 can green beans, with the fluid.
*In a dutch oven, brown beef with 1tsp minced garlic and 1/4 cup finely chopped onions.
When bubbling add carrots and potatoes, and 1/4 cup ketchup. Toss vegetables with beef until the bottom of the pot is caramelized. (close to burning) Fill the pot with water.
Bring to a boil and then to medium/low heat for several hours. When the stock is cooked down several inches, add the frozen vegetables and green beans. Bring to a boil, turn the heat to simmer and cover. It's ready when you are. Hot artisan bread is a good complement.
Are you hungry now? I am. I bet your characters are too.


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Food plays an integral part in my WIPs. In at least one scene, feeding one another fruit tarts leads not only to an intimate scene, but other things (hey, one of the tarts is poisoned--yes, someone tosses their cookies. Hey, another food reference!) Almost every important conversation occurrs over a meal. Breakfast in the morning room. Dinner in a candlelit study. Sandwiches in a bedroom.
Because Ashes takes place in 1837 in Cornwall, I had to research what kind of food would be standard fare (for instance, was the word 'sandwich' appropriate for that time period? Did they eat tomatoes then? Were peaches available?) It got even worse researching for the Anne Bonny novel, which had to take into account foodstuffs in the early 1700s in South Carolina, the Caribbean, and England. Oy! Give me a few minutes and I'll hunt up one of my favorite food links for you.
Back to edits. Pat, thank you for the nice comment on the Bloody Bad blog. Appreciate it!
Dear Mr. Manly ...
Why are we talking about food? My bowl of Special K for lunch was less than satisfying. Now I want stew.
Food...I love food a whole lot but it doesn't tend to be a great focus in my books. Though there generally are a few signatures...in RPT, the food is dumplings - jiaozi. In the WIP, hmm, not a lot of food there, but way too many margaritas...
Me- Start the grill, I'm coming home with steak.
DH- It's fourteen below and snowing.
Me- I don't care, I want steak. Start the grill.
DH- Yes dear.
This was a Weber kettle, which we still have. Nothing like the nice gas grill we use now. Yeah, he was very accommodating when I was pregnant.
Pat researching the food for Escape to Love wasn't too much trouble, 1868. Figuring out how they baked bread or biscuits on the trail was interesting. I knew they did, but how? We have very inventive ancestors.
Knowing what is served at a traditional ND wedding is something you'd have to grow up with. My friend from Serbia wrinkled her nose and couldn't believe that's what was done at weddings. Then she went to a wedding of a friend in ND. She came home singing my praises of an accurate depiction.
WHY does it have to be this cold so soon? What are these idiots who are predicting a warmer than normal winter talking about? Must be Atlanta, cuz it sure as hell isn't here. huff
I'm thinking COLD winter.
Judi, you're welcome. I just want to win the goodies!
Can't decide whether I wanted to know that or not.
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Kettle drums = ***** in the pants.
Got my juror paperwork ready for the mail. Good. Signed up to judge the Golden Heart. Another good. But could not bring myself to simply call GA State to set up an appointment to talk to someone about the Ph.D program. What's that about? It's not as if there's a commitment just by calling and going down to talk to someone. Tomorrow. There's always tomorrow.
I'm thinking that my mind recognizes this as an internal commitment. So... Tomorrow it is. For now it's errand time.
I can't get them out of my head once it starts!
"Duff Beer for me,
Duff Beer for you,
I'll have a Duff,
You'll have one too!"
I gave up on finding the insurance checks and called the company. Admitting defeat isn't easy for me, but there comes a time...
Stalling? Me? Nevah! Okay, okay, off with me.
I feel like someone applied a cheese grater to my soul. (in reference to me amputating the prologue from my MS).
Buck up, little buckaroo. Honest, I think you'll end up liking this version. I love that you encourage all my worst traits, but a girl can't live on cupcakes and candy corn forever, and that's what the old version was. Sooner or later, you have to cut back. That's what I'm doing. Done right, even fish and veggies can taste wonderful. Or so I've been told.
Wait, did someone say something about cupcakes?
I'm considering tossing a paragraph at Nathan. My problem is trying to figure out which of my multiple WIPs has the best opening paragraph. sigh....
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And thanks for the kick. It worked. I sweated off another 1.4 pounds. This workout is INSANE! But it works. And now I have to go cook dinner. *groan
Jamie, agrees with Judi.. send Brian's Muse. Brandishes wet noodle, get with it girl!
I'd love to stay and be entertaining (if that is possible) but I've got places to go, people to see....
And Wendy, bless for saying "eloquent and well chosen". Makes me feel better for the 10,160 of those words that I've trashed in the last two weeks.
I read a few.
"He was dead for about four hours, bleeding all over the place the whole time."
Now, that's a heart.
Fails.
Seriously? And that author wonders why he/she hasn't sold?
Unless... it could be a paranormal and some otherworldly being could bleed for 4 hours while dead.
The recorder pronounced itself with a faint tick, modest as a first flake of snow striking a window, undetectable by the irritated caller who was surely winding up some incredible invective, but noted, nearly subconsciously by the agent, Carter, whose fingers returned instinctively to the home keys midsentence and dutifully lined up like a firing squad, or its targets.
Yeah, folks, that's the opening line. The "first paragraph" goes on for another 165, pretty much in the same vein. I'm feeling better about my chances.
But there are some good ones too. Though I can't speak for the third page of entries...haven't looked at those.
Yes, I know, it's a little late, but it sounded interesting. The guy is giving away 25 copies. I'm wondering why you'd give away that many? One or two, sure, but 25? IN one contest? Why not a few contsts to spread out the marketing? He had 492 people request. I forget how many I had for IOHH, but it was close to that amount and I only offered one copy.
*scratches head
One of my sisters lurks occasionally and said, holy god, how do you kep track of it all? um...you just do, lolol!
But, Laurie, you need to get rid of the "sock puppet" head and upload an avatar/photo. :)
About me: recently downsized from my job as web editor. I'll get unemployment, so I've decided this is the cosmos saying (in a voice of doom, ominous organ music in background), "Write the damned novel already!"
So I'm moving back to upstate PA (cheaper), where I'll tuck in for the winter, write, send out resumes, and pester my friends for dinner invites.
Judi's aching for me to mention my depraved past as a Golden Heart winner, a line editor for Kensington, and a reader for Harlequin/Silhouette, but I'll skip that if you don't mind. ;)
Go Phillies!
How 'bout them Phillies!!!!
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Oh, yeah, and the cover charge that Mike mentioned.
Yipes!
Hi, Laurie!
Last night there were frost warnings in the Boston area. The morning exuded a brisk chill, but left no telltale signs of white on the lawn.
We drove up. For once, the colors of Vermont and New Hampshire lived up to their billing -- many shades of gold, rusty brow and bright yellows, interlaced by the brilliant whites of birches on the edge of the forests. Normally the leaves are all gone in these states by now, so it seems the foliage will last longer than usual this year. We're just starting to see the colors turn in Massachusetts. It will play out over the next few weeks.
Yes, winter is the time for stews and stick-to-the-ribs dishes. But tonight, we went out for Indian food and dined on their hearty versions of winter food, including chick peas, lentils, two flavors of naan, vegetable somosa, coupled with main dishes of tandoori chicken and a lamb roganjosh. I expect I'll sleep well tonight.
Gah, I need some food to fix itself.
James, I always want to try something new and yummy after you've been through. Hope the trip is interesting and successful.
Welcome to Laurie. We love playing with new friends.
I'm guessing the west coasters are standing out in the rain. Storms at the beach can be overwhelming and beautiful.
Thanks, encouragers. We'll see what tomorrow brings.
Had another wombat dream. Lisa, again. And Pat. But Pat, you never turned around even though you talked to us. And there was another wombat, but when I woke up, I couldn't remember who it was. One of the guys, I think. Of course, I only slept for about 2 1/2 hours last night and I woke several times thinking about my WIP. So why not dream about other writers?
Pat, it was funny. You just wouldn't turn around though nothing was wrong.
No rain yet, but we have hopes...