Hi
dear readers and gardeners!
I
just harvested my root vegetables. As a Capricorn, which is an earth sign,
digging in the dirt to find these gems puts me in my happy place. In this photo
of my haul are Katahdin, Kennebec and Adirondack Red potatoes, and parsnips. I
love autumn recipes that feature these veggies. There are so many great ones,
but I’ll feature one I’ve crafted over the years. I call it my root veggie
casserole. You can use various root vegetables, but here’s what I always use:
Potatoes,
sweet potatoes, parsnips, turnips and carrots. The amount depends on your
crowd. But for a good sized dish, I’d say four of each variety of potato and a
big bunch of parsnips and carrots.
I
boil these, but not until they are super-soft, only until you can slice them,
so par-boiled.
I
slice each type, and keep them separated in piles.
Then,
I make a roué—a sauce with butter, milk, flour, salt and garlic—which will be
spread across each layer as I add them to a large baking pan. You can add other
spices such as oregano or pepper to taste.
Then,
get your baking pan and proceed: first, a solid layer of sweet potatoes, then
roué, then a layer of parsnips, then roué, then turnips, then roué and so on.
Do this until you’ve used up all of the root veggies.
Then,
cover with foil or a top and bake for about 40 minutes at around 350 degrees.
People
LOVE this dish, and it’s good for any chilly fall evening, including for
Thanksgiving.
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of Dorianna
Catherine
Stine
Genre: Urban Fantasy, YA
paranormal romance
Publisher: Konjur Road Press
Date of Publication: October 23,
2019
ISBN: 978-1-7333901-0-1
eBook: 978-1-7333901-1-8
ASIN: B07WGB5HQ6
Number of pages: 327
Word Count: 90k
Cover Artist: Najla Qamber
Tagline: Internet followers,
beauty, power. It all sounded good. Until it transformed into a terrifying
reality Dorianna couldn’t stop. New twist on Dorian Gray with the first-ever
female lead!
Book Description:
Internet followers, beauty,
power. It all sounded good.
Until it transformed into a
terrifying reality she couldn’t stop.
When her father is jailed, her
mother ships lonely, plain Dorianna to her aunt’s in Brooklyn, NY. There,
Dorianna yearns to build a new identity, but the popular Lacey bullies
her—mostly for getting attention from her ex, Ander.
Ander takes Dorianna to Coney
Island where Wilson, a videographer, creates a stunning compilation of her. She
dreams of being an online sensation, as she’s never even had a birthday party,
and vows she’d give anything to go viral. Wilson claims he’s the Prince of
Darkness and offers her the beauty and fame, even love she’s dreamed of—warning
her that a pledge has its downsides. Dorianna has no idea of how dire those
consequences might be.
She’s thrust into the spotlight,
and an incomprehensible nightmare. Not only is she prettier, she’s gaining
harmful powers of manipulation. When her dark forces grow beyond anything she
can control, she’s desperate but clueless as to how to stop them.
Excerpt:
As I watch the video compilation, what really throws me is
that Wilson has magically changed me out of my school clothes—the pencil skirt
and simple top—and into a yellow fringe bikini, barely covering my thighs.
An immediate protest boils up. How dare he virtually strip
me. But as I stare longer at the image, I realize how stunning he’s made me.
This is no porn slut image. This is the masterful, painstaking work of a
cutting-edge filmmaker, amplifying tenfold the glory of his muse.
“You like?” Wilson asks, clicking stop.
Muse—I roll the word silently in my mind, taste its honeyed
essence. All the concerns that crowded my mind minutes ago drift off. Things
like morality and conscience seem like dirty rain clouds bumping by. Life is
good, I am awesome, and Wilson’s video kicks serious butt.
Placing my hand on his long, curiously delicate fingers, I
whisper, “Am I your muse?” I remove my hand only when it starts to heat up, and
before he gets the wrong idea that I want more.
Or do I?
He shifts slightly in his chair, in order to line his eyes
up with mine. “You could say that you’re my muse,” he admits. In his gaze, I
know I could have him right now, in this room, as easily as he’s captured me on
video. I could rip off his shirt and run my hands through his forest of hair.
Plant a firm kiss on his lips and force them open. His tongue would taste of
smoke, of musk, of infinite need. For that second, I see past his charming
façade into the hunger, lodged in his soul. A lonely, desperate soul that seems
to have lived for centuries, yet not quite at all—stuck in some netherworld
where a virus might exist.
It takes real effort to pull away. But I have to. This is
dangerous, this audacious forgetting.
About
the Author:
Catherine Stine is a USA Today
bestselling author of historical fantasy, sci-fi thrillers, paranormal romance
and young adult fiction. Her novels have earned Indie Notable awards and New
York Public Library Best Books for Teens. She lives in Manhattan and loves
spending time with her beagle, writing about witches and other fabulous
creatures, gardening on her deck, and meeting readers at book fests.
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1 comment:
Thanks! Enjoy the recipe.
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