Saturday, November 7, 2015

Bon Appetite - A Weekend Treat: TURKEY A LA KING



        

TURKEY A LA KING

16 oz. of turkey (cut into bite-size pieces)
4 TBSP butter
2 green peppers cut fine
1 lb. mushrooms, sliced or
    2 (6-oz) cans sliced mushrooms
¼ cup diced black olives or cooked peas or carrots
¼ cup dry sherry
½ tsp. salt
¼ tsp. white pepper


WHITE SAUCE:

6 TBSP butter
6 TBSP flour
½ tsp. sale
1/4 tsp. pepper
2 cups milk
(Melt butter in saucepan. Stir in flour and seasoning smoothly. Add milk slowly. Cook and stir continually over moderate heat until boiling and cooked to desired thickness. Remove from heat. Used as described in recipe.)

Cut turkey into bite-size pieces. Heat butter in saucepan and add peppers and mushrooms and saute′ 10 minutes. Add turkey, white sauce, and olives or peas. Mix and heat to boiling point. Serve on toast, split English muffins, biscuits, or corn bread. Makes 6 servings.



Saturday, October 31, 2015

The Road to Success

All the roads to success are uphill, but it's not a successful climb unless you enjoy the journey!

 SUCCESS

S - Set your goals
U - Understand the Challenges
C - Collect Your Thoughts
C - Create a Positive Picture
E - Embrace the Procedures
S - Stay on Target
S - Show Everyone You Can Do It

Monday, October 12, 2015

OCTOBER by Robert Frost

American poet Robert Frost (1874-1963) is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech. Best known for his poem, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," Frost was awarded four Pulitizer Prizes for his poetry.


OCTOBER
Robert Frost (from A Boy’s Will, 1915) 

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

OPALESCENCE - A Romantic Suspense by Darla Jones

This week I'm hosting Darla Jones, a Central Pennsylvania writer. Her romantic suspense novel, Opalescence, published by the Wild Rose Press, was recently released. Darla is retired nurse who also enjoys painting as well as writing. Check out her blurb and excerpt below.

BLURB:

       Sensible nurse, LynAnn Johnson just wants to find her birth mother and raise her children in peace.  Widowed for four years, LynAnn isn’t looking for love especially not with the sexy district attorney with a well-known bad boy reputation.
     Prominent district attorney, Jeff Kelley turns LynAnn’s world upside down in more ways than one. With dangerous events pushing them closer together and unraveling a plot far beyond either of their imaginations, she gives her heart to the man.  But is she merely one more conquest in his game of sensous seduction?



EXCERPT:

The day moved in slow motion, and it was nearly over when Paulette rang her phone, her voice near to panic. “LynAnn, I received a call from your daycare. Cassie’s been hurt, and they’re taking her to St. Luke’s. They want you to meet them there.”

'Did they say what happened?” she asked, stunned with a new sick feeling knotting her stomach.
“Something about a fall.” Paulette’s gum cracked.

LynAnn grabbed her purse and flew by the receptionist before she had a chance to put her phone down. “Tell Dan I’m leaving,” she yelled back as she raced out the door.

When she neared Jeff’s Buick in the parking lot she pushed the remote control to unlock the doors, but when she tried the doors they were locked. “That’s odd.” She screwed up her face, distinctly remembering locking the doors earlier. She had to get to Cassie immediately. The woman at the daycare had to be very worried to send the girl directly to the hospital. She pushed the key fob for the second time and the doors clicked open. She jumped into the car, started the engine, and sped out of the parking lot.

The first traffic light at the end of the block was red and she stopped and drummed her fingers nervously on the steering wheel waiting for it to change and hoping Cassie’s injury wasn’t too serious.

Suddenly, she felt something cold on the back of her neck, and her body froze. “Don’t look back. Keep driving,” the man in the backseat commanded, his upper body leaning over the front seat of the car. His icy menacing tone told her he was in control.

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