Thanks to Tara Taylor Quinn for getting this valued blog back up and running. I don’t know what went on behind the scenes, but I’m sure Tara got in a good punch or two because here we are.
I’m currently working on a new series while enjoying a much needed break in the weather. This has been a rough summer for my part of California: hot, dry and way too many fires. To kind of bring you up to date, I’ll share a bit from my most recent newsletter.
We just celebrated my daughter’s “Fabulous & Forty” birthday with a big party and dancing under the stars. The weather finally has a touch of chill in the evenings, and we couldn’t be happier. The photo below is of Kelly with two great friends from high school. (Kendra, left, Jenni, middle, and Kelly, right.) I’m so proud of these awesome women, who are kind, generous, supportive of each other, involved in their community, and great role models for their children.
The day after the party, my hubby and I made a 50-mile drive to view some of the more remote burn areas of the Detwiler Fire. We were amazed by how huge the scope of this fire was, but you can’t help but be impressed by how many homes were saved. Kudos to CALFIRE and all of the fabulous First Responders. Every day, we see huge trucks on the highway carting away debris from the fifty-plus destroyed homes, but Mother Nature has already begun the work reclaiming her hold at the base of so many of the skeleton trees.
Next week, I’ll share a couple of fun autumnal recipes and other timely news, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t share the latest–and final–book in our Love at the Chocolate Shop series.
Sweet Dreams, Baby
by C.J. Carmichael
Three weeks ago, Portia Bishop mailed a letter to the father of her baby, Saddle Bronc rider Austin Bradshaw. It’s a letter she should have written a long time ago—like when she first found out she was pregnant, shortly after she ended things with Austin, dropped out of college, and went running to her family in Marietta, Montana.Austin has loved Portia since he first laid his eyes on her in college. A year ago, he convinced her to do something impulsive and very romantic. Now, as he opens her letter, Austin has two reasons to return to Marietta–win back the heart of the woman he still loves and convince her he’s a good bet for a forever man and father.
Purchase SWEET DREAMS, BABY
Twelve months, twelve sweet romances, six authors. If you like chocolate and romance, you can’t go wrong. #whatlovetasteslike
I hope you’re enjoying the last few days of September. See you next week! It really is good to be back.
Am I the only one who doesn’t care about the Superbowl?
I understand pro sports from a commercial point of view. There’s money to be made across the board for players, owners, entertainers and advertisers. And when it comes to the big game, the host city, the airlines, and every company in any way associated with this production will benefit. I’m okay with that, but I can’t work up any enthusiasm for it.
When I was trying to come up with a blog today, I considered giving you some Big Game Recipes. A blogger friend of mine at GRACEANDGRAVY, offered 12 Top Superbowl Recipes that included: Oreo Cookie Ball Gameday Cupcakes, Fried Macaroni and Cheese Bites, Loaded Sweet Potato Fries, to name a few. Oh, my gosh, no. I don’t eat those kinds of things on non-game days, so why would I go to all that work when two teams I have no vested in get together to play a game?
Normally, I’d be curled up with a book on Sunday afternoon, but because my brother-in-law is visiting from South Dakota, I will be attending a Superbowl Party this Sunday. I’m taking kale salad and slow-cooked ribs with Kinder’s Organic Barbecue Sauce. Very little prep work. I may still have time to read.
And while others are glued to the passing game or debating whether or not one team has under-inflated balls (how emasculating is that?), I will check out a few of the overpriced and sometimes very entertaining commercials. In years past, I’ve applauded Budweiser’s creative team for tugging on my heartstrings, but, I’m sorry to say, this year’s dog and pony show left me underwhelmed.
A wolf? Really?
Yep. I think I’m going to have to stick to reading. But, hey, to all of you who are big fans of New England or Seattle, good luck and game on!