Maple Snow Angels
If you live in an area with snow, you too can make maple sugar this way:
First heat a cup of maple syrup. Boil 4 minutes (to “soft-ball” stage). Then find a nice bank of fresh white snow. Make a hollow into any shape you like (I like angels!) and toss the syrup onto the snow. It will harden and you can pick it up and enjoy!
For those of you without snow, here’s another Christmas recipe:
Dark Chocolate Candy Cups
1 cup heavy cream
2 tablespoons unsalted butter
2 tablespoons granulated sugar
8 oz. bittersweet chocolate
1 tablespoon instant espresso flour
Small paper candy cups
Chocolate-covered espresso beans
Break chocolate into small chunks. Melt chocolate, sugar, and butter in a large bowl in the microwave, stirring frequently. Stir in espresso powder. Pour into cups and top each with an espresso bean. Allow to cool and harden. Will keep in refrigerator or tightly-closed tin for 2-3 weeks. Makes 2 cups.
While you’re eating, read this lovely excerpt from my brand-new romance mystery Flotsam & Jetsam: the Amelia Island Affair.
Excerpt: Hope Springs
As they crossed the street, a fire-engine red Miata barely missed them. It skidded to a stop, and a woman who would put Christie Brinkley to shame leapt out of the car. Simon, accustomed to the sight of her waist-length black hair and eyes a remarkable malachite green, didn’t notice Ellie’s slack jaw. He called, “Hey, Georgia, how’s Santa’s garage? You didn’t unwrap any presents, did you?”
She ran over to them, her short skirt making the long, Tina Turner legs seem even longer. She kissed Simon’s cheek and smiled at Ellie. “You must be Simon’s new partner. Does he treat you as badly as he treats his other colleagues?”
Ellie made a garbled sound in her throat.
She turned to Simon. “Dollink, I’m only down for a few days, and I need to talk to you. Can you come to dinner tonight?”
Simon started to make a joke about checking his social calendar but caught sight of Ellie’s face. She looked pained. What the—?
“Well?” Georgia tugged at his arm.
“Oh, um, sure. What do you want me to bring?”
“Some of that fabulous Italian bubbly you brought the last time. It gave me such a buzz.” She winked at
Ellie, who blinked. “Seven?”
Georgia turned on her heel and ran back to her car, starting up just as the two drivers behind her had stopped admiring her attributes and begun to fret. She roared off.
“Who…who was that?”
Simon turned surprised eyes on her. “I’m sorry. I should have introduced you. Georgia Petrie.”
“Oh. Your friend from law school.”
“Uh huh.” He gazed at the cloud of dust, the only sign of her passing. “We grew up together.” Ellie muttered something.
“Did you ask if Georgia had seen me naked?”
“Me? That’s absurd.” Ellie plopped into the driver’s seat and waved angrily at Simon. “Get in.”
Simon did as he was told. On the drive back to the station, they were both quiet. Simon rubbed a meditative finger over his lips, wondering. What set Ellie off anyway? A thought intruded. No, couldn’t be.
He checked her profile. Nah. But his mouth formed a hopeful smile, and he leaned back, humming his favorite tune.