My favorite recipe is one that’s been past down from my great-grandmother, and probably hers before her. It’s a simple enough dish, but delicious all that same. I simply call it Nana’s Bread Pudding. Not being one to throw anything away, it starts out with stale bread. Add a few eggs and milk, and as many raisons as you like, and you’ll have a delicious custardy dessert that’s quick and easy to make.
I’ve listed the recipe below.
Pour 1 quart milk in bowl, add
6 egss, well beaten
1/3 cup sugar
1 tsp. salt
1 Tbs. vanilla
5 pieces of stale bread, torn apart into small pieces and mixed in well
1 cup raisins (or as many as you like.)
Butter casserole dish and pour in mixture. Stir well.
Place casserole dish in a pan of water and bake at 350 degrees for 1 hour.
The Cross of Ciaran Series
Book One
Andrea Matthews
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Inez M. Foster
Date of Publication: June 18, 2020
ISBN: 978-1-7333375-1-9
ASIN: B08BJ1QRGM
Number of pages: 362
Cover Artist: Jenny Quinlan
Tagline: Can a fifth century pagan priest find love with a twentieth century archaeologist or will his secrets shatter their future together?
Book Description:
When a fifth century pagan priest is unearthed in Ireland fifteen hundred years after being entombed, archaeologist Caitlin O’Connell is convinced it’s the find of the century. The body is in perfect condition, right down to the intricate tattoos adorning the Celt’s skin. In fact, if scientific data hadn’t proved otherwise, she would swear he hadn’t been interred more than a few hours.
Eager to discover more about the mysterious Celt, Caitlin accompanies the body back to the New York museum where she’s employed, but before she has time to study him, the priest disappears without a trace. Rumors surrounding the event begin to circulate and result in the excavation’s benefactor pulling the plug on the entire expedition.
The rumors are not far off the mark though. After being buried alive for betraying his goddess and his priesthood in the dawning age of Christianity, Ciarán wakes to a strange new world. Alone and frightened in an unforgiving city, he stumbles upon the only thing familiar to him and seeks sanctuary within the church walls. With the help of the parish’s pastor, Father Mike, Ciarán slowly grows accustomed to his surroundings, though he’s plagued by dark dreams and the disturbing sensation that an evil from his past has followed him into the future. But a more immediate danger lurks on his doorstep.
Caitlin is determined to get to the bottom of the mystery concerning her missing Celt, and when she meets her Uncle Mike’s new handyman, Ciarán Donnelly, she’s convinced the handsome Irishman knows more about the theft than he’s letting on. Yet, even she can’t deny the attraction between them, simmering below the surface and blurring the lines between her personal and professional life. But will Ciarán’s secrets draw them together or shatter their future forever?
Excerpt:
Ciarán stumbled along beneath the twisted
canopy of blackthorn shrubs, their prickly branches entwining with those of the
hawthorn to form a mystical passageway. Though only a dim grey light pierced
its knotwork, intermittent flashes of lightning broke through the tangled vines
to sketch eerie patterns across the moss-covered path. His robe caught on the
spiny bramble, and he stopped for a moment to free his sleeve, but a sharp
shove from behind thrust him forward once more, the sudden movement ripping a
jagged hole in his fine linen robe.
His temper
flared, and he turned to object, though it did no good. Another quick jab to
his shoulder spun him back around and thrust him out into the lakeside
clearing. Slender stone columns stood in a semi-circle around its perimeter,
each one facing the sacrificial altar. He rested his hand against the one to
his side, steadying himself as the reality of the situation washed over him in
a wave of nausea. There would be no escape.
As if in
agreement, a bolt of lightning ripped across the horizon, followed by a crash
of thunder so loud it caused the breath to catch in his throat. The goddess was
angry.
Out of nowhere,
thick grey clouds had formed to conceal the morning sun and cast ominous
shadows over the secluded enclosure. The urge to fall prostrate before his
goddess mother gripped his innards, tearing at his stomach with a fiery knife,
but he could not find it within his heart to do so. A black-robed cleric
propelled him further into the temple confines, forcing him to his knees beside
another of the slender gray columns. The decision to kneel had been made for
him, though it was an empty gesture on his part.
Trying to retain his composure, he gazed around
the quiet glade. Towering thorn bushes encircled the clearing, concealing the
sanctuary from the outside world and providing a perfect setting for
worshipping the goddess of their tuath. The bile rose in his throat, for he
knew the requirements for admission all too well. Entry to its sacred confines
was only granted to those within the priesthood and those about to die.
Andrea Matthews is the pseudonym for Inez Foster, a historian and librarian who loves to read and write and search around for her roots, genealogical speaking. She has a BA in History, an MLS in Library Science, and enjoys the research almost as much as she does writing the story. In fact, many of her ideas come to her while doing casual research or digging into her family history. She is the author of the Thunder on the Moor series set on the 16th century Anglo-Scottish Border, and the Cross of Ciaran series, where a fifteen-hundred-year old Celt finds himself in the twentieth century. Andrea is a member of the Romance Writers of America, the Long Island Romance Writers, and the Historical Novel Society.
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