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Clare writes inspirational romance, usually of a suspenseful nature. Her books are available through her publisher Pelican Book Group and Amazon. She is married with three kids and lives in the UK. She loves watching sci-fi, crime drama, cross stitching, reading and baking.

Tuesday, 20 December 2011

Advent day 20

Christmas is a busy time with lots of wrapping and decorating...and baking. As standard now I make my own bread sauce and cranberry sauce. And today I'm going to share the recipes with you.

Bread Sauce

Dad makes the most amazing bread sauce ever. I asked him how to make it, as I'd forgotten to buy any.

3 slices bread, including crusts. Tear into small pieces then make into breadcrumbs. (I use a tiny food mixer - it's actually hubby's coffee grinder. He had to buy a new one lol.)
Place into a saucepan with some onion salt.
Add mik.
Bring to boil.
Simmer gently for 2-3 minutes.

I looked at him. "How much milk?"
He grinned. "You'll know."

Funnily enough yeah, you do know.


Cranberry sauce


300g pack fresh cranberries
Juice and finely grated zest of 2 clementines
110g light brown muscovado sugar
2 tbsp orange juice or port

Method
Place the cranberries and the juice and zest of the clementines into a small pan with 150ml cold water to cover. Bring to the boil, then simmer gently for 10 minutes until the cranberries have softened and started to burst.
Add the sugar and orange juice or port, and stir until the sugar has dissolved. Simmer for a further 5-7 minutes until the sauce has thickened. Transfer the sauce to a small bowl and serve warm or cold.
Keeps for up to 3 months in the fridge.



And...

Today only  you can get Season For Miracles for $1. That's over 1/4 of its normal price. My first novel.



Blurb:

A Killer lurks in Headley Cross…

…And Holly Carmichael is the only woman to survive his attack. Now she lives in fear, searching for normalcy and trying to put her life back together. When she meets Kyle Stevens, he turns her world upside-down. He’s as exasperating as he is appealing. How can Holly make sense of her awakening feelings when she’s so unsure of Kyle? His voice is familiar, he’s left-handed, and he wears the serial killer’s cologne. Who is he…really? As Holly struggles to restore her damaged faith, she must find the strength to trust once again—in Kyle and in God.

Kyle Stevens isn’t ready to live again. Racked by guilt, he’s afraid to feel. His sole focus is finding the Headley Cross serial killer—his girlfriend's murderer. That is, until he meets Holly Carmichael. He’s drawn to Holly, vows to protect her where he failed to protect his former love. But Holly makes him feel again, emotions quickly morphing into something much more dangerous to his hardened heart.

When the serial killer returns to finish what he started, only a miracle can save them…but then, it's the Season for Miracles.


Extract

Kyle’s voice came from a long way off, and Holly had to concentrate to hear it. “I’m sorry, Holly. He’s normally pretty well behaved, but he’s never seen snow before and is a little over-excited. Plus he was on his own all day yesterday. Are you all right?”

Holly nodded. The headache upped a notch. That was a stupid thing to do.

“Can you stand?”

She moved her head a little as Kyle helped her to her feet. She brushed the snow from her coat and tried to focus on the man. His hat, pulled down over his ears, hid his hair. Her head pounded, stars danced in front of her eyes, and it was all she could do to stand upright.

I want to sit down. Please, let me sit down. The words echoed in her mind, but she wasn’t sure she’d said them aloud. He didn’t respond.

His deep voice reverberated as he pulled off his glove. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

Holly nodded for a third time. She had a huge lump in her throat and she struggled to breathe. Her legs didn’t want to hold up, but she didn’t want a fuss. Fingers tingled inside her glove where he held her hand. His grip kept her upright.

Kyle’s other hand cradled the back of her head. Holly winced as he found and examined the lump. His touch increased the pain by a magnitude of five. Kyle checked his fingers and relief crossed his face at the lack of blood. “Holly? Please, say something. Otherwise I’ll have to assume Orion ate your tongue.”

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5 comments:

Delia Latham said...

LOL - I love your Dad's answer: "You'll know." Sounds like something my mom would have said.

My reviews of Clare's Season for Miracles AND Cassie's Wedding Dress will be on my blog (http://delialatham.blogspot.com)tomorrow - well, Dec. 20th, so depending on where you are... :D If that $1.00 price tag hasn't completely sold you, come check out those reviews. I hope they'll make you see your absolutely need to read these books! :)

LoRee Peery said...

I've never heard of bread sauce, but it reads yummy. When I went through the recipe and your dad's comment, I had a flash of my grandpa making me French toast, smothered with canned crushed pineapple and just a smidge of syrup. Mmm, time for a snack!

Dora Hiers said...

I've never heard of bread sauce, either. Hmmm...may have to add it to the menu. And your french toast, LoRee? You gals are making me hungry and I just ate breakfast.

Clare, love the blurb & excerpt for SEASON FOR MIRACLES. And it's your first novel? Sounds exciting!

Clare Revell said...

Bread sauce is a traditional English accompaniment to roast chicken and turkey. The kids love it :)

Tanya Hanson said...

Sounds like an awesome book, Clare. I love English settings. The recipes sound delish. I'm a real sucker for cranberries. bread sauce definitely sounds like something to try next Thanksgiving.

oxoxo