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Showing posts with label Kiki Lowenstein. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kiki Lowenstein. Show all posts
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Happy Valentine's Day! (I'm Feeling the Love!)
Monday, February 9, 2015
Crafts to Do When the Weather Outside Is Frightful
By Joanna Campbell
Slan
Snow, snow, snow. The weather report sounds like a broken
record. As I write this, the Boston area is bracing for yet another blizzard-like blast,
adding more flakes to the growing mountains of white fluff.
Even though I now live in Florida, I remember those winter days "up yonder" when we could get out
the front door because the snow was piled up high. I can still hear the sound of a snow shovel scraping the concrete of our walk. My nose prickles to the smell of the diesel fumes that wafted
over the neighborhood as husbands vroom-vroomed from behind their snow blowers.
And I'll never forget how my son would send up a cheer at the words, "Snow day!" Meanwhile, I would groan,
wondering, "How am I going to keep him busy?"
So I used these memories in my newest book—Shotgun,
Wedding, Bells—to create a scene where Kiki Lowenstein's children are going stir-crazy, thanks to days of inclement weather.
Because Kiki has a criminal to track down, her good friend Laurel helps
out by babysitting Anya Lowenstein (age 13) and Erik Detweiler (age 5). Laurel
is a kid at heart, so she comes up with these terrific ideas for indoor fun:
1. Snow candy – You need good, clean snow
for this. So the badder the weather, the gooder the treat! Scoop up enough to
fill a cake pan. Stir together ¼ C. butter to 1 C. maple syrup in a sturdy pot.
Bring to a boil, watching constantly. (This is a job for grown-ups, of course!)
After it bubbles for six minutes, pour it over the snow. The candy will harden.
Once it is cool, break it into pieces and enjoy. Alternately, you can use ½ C.
honey and ¼ C. brown sugar for your mix.
2. Newspaper sailboats – Grab some
newspapers out of your recycling bin. Or grab some paper out of your printer. I
could explain it, but instead, go here http://www.wikihow.com/Make-a-Paper-Boat
and follow the directions! Now fill a bath tub with warm water and sail your
boat.
3. Fashion show – Throw open your closet
doors and invite the kids to play dress up. Be sure to take lots and lots of
photos.
4. Catalog memory album -- If you're like Kiki, you get a zillion mail order catalogs every week. Since the US Postal Service will keep delivering, no matter what the weather deals us, here's a jiffy way to have fun with those catalogs. (You can also use a magazine in a pinch.) Start with one that isn't too thick, preferably one with a staple holding in the pages. Glue pages together in sets of two or three to make stronger, less flexible pages. Now cover the pages with scrapbook paper--and use those pages as the base for your layouts! This is perfect for kids because there's a lot of activity, but it doesn't need to be precise. They can use a glue stick to add photos, words, or even images they like.
5. Pistachio nut boats (miniatures) -- Going nuts? Why not put those shells to good use? You'll need shells, paper, toothpicks, glue, scissors, markers, acrylic paint and a brush, and buttons. Begin by painting the outside of your boat. (Tip: Tape a piece of masking tape sticky side up to your work surface to hold the shells down.) Now snap your toothpicks in half and paint them. While those pieces are drying, work on your sails. Snip off a corner of your piece of paper so that you have a triangle about 3/4 inch on the longest side--this will be your sail. (Play with these! They should vary according to the size of your empty shell.) Use your markers to add stripes to the sail. Glue the long edge of your sail to your toothpick. Glue the toothpick to the hull of your boat (the painted shell), and finally glue the sailboat to a button or a small piece of balsa wood.
6. Curl up and read as a family -- Your children will be more likely to read if they see you doing it! Need a good book? Send an email to my assistant Sally Lippert at SALFL27@att.net and she'll "gift" you a copy of Ink, Red, Dead for your e-reader.
7. Plan for better weather--or more of the same! I suggest you pre-order a copy of Shotgun,
Wedding, Bells, so you have something fun to look forward to. When
the book is released on Valentine's Day, you'll get a special treat—along with
this e-book comes a second e-book, your free copy of Tear Down and Die (the
first book in my new Cara Mia Delgatto Mystery Series with 48 five-star reviews
on Amazon).
Meanwhile,
stay safe and stay warm!
Your friend,
Joanna
PS Just in case the link to Shotgun, Wedding, Bells doesn't work, try this:
Thursday, January 29, 2015
An Excerpt from Shotgun, Wedding, Bells
(Book
#11 in the Kiki Lowenstein Mystery Series)
By
Joanna
Campbell Slan
Chapter 1
Our wedding day dawned like a scene from a fairy
tale. Frozen rain coated the freshly fallen snow. The glassy surface glistened
like a million tiny diamonds. Icicles hanging from the eaves of our house
formed natural prisms, casting rainbows across the blanket of white. Sunlight
transformed the long dead banks of mums into mounds, like glittering pillows
under a white duvet. The scene before us was beautiful, but treacherously
slick. This overnight winter storm had paralyzed travel throughout the St.
Louis area. All the salt and sand we’d tossed down on the walkways hadn’t done
much good.
Our friend Detective Stan Hadcho guided me along the
flagstones, by means of a good grip on my elbow. He escorted me from the back
door of our house to the gazebo. As we walked, Leighton Haversham, our former
landlord and dear friend, snapped photos so I could make a memory album. That’s
what I do. I'm a scrapbooker and owner of a store called Time in a Bottle.
At the stairs to the gazebo, I stared up into the
smiling faces of the people so dear to me: my newly adopted son, Erik; my
daughter, Anya; Erik’s aunt, Lorraine Lauber; our nanny, Bronwyn Macavity; my
fiancé, Detective Chandler Louis Detweiler; and of course, our animal friends,
my dog Gracie and Lorraine’s dog Paolo. They’d all stood there patiently in the
cold, waiting for me to arrive. Detweiler reached down to take my gloved hand so
I could step up and join him. His eyes were warm with emotion, and his gaze was
steady. Moist clouds of exhalations floated around all our faces, forming
gossamer veils of moisture. As we turned to face Lorraine, who would be
conducting the ceremony, Detweiler wrapped an arm around my waist.
Correction: A small portion of my waist.
At eight-and-a-half months pregnant, I’m the size of
the Goodyear Blimp. Or at least that’s how it feels.
But Detweiler loves me. I’m carrying our baby, and
our other two children are happy and healthy. Even though the overnight storm
was keeping much of our extended family from joining us today, our wedding
would be a joyous event.
Detweiler’s shoulder brushing up against mine, so
strong and solid, augured a good start to the rest of our lives. We stood
side-by-side, exactly the way we intended to go through life, as friends and
lovers.
"Not too bad for a wedding thrown
together in forty-eight hours," he whispered in my ear as Lorraine (aka
“Aunt Lori”) opened her prayer book. There was a chuckle in his voice.
I tried not to giggle. Although I have been dreaming
about marrying Detweiler ever since I met him nearly three years ago, this day
was a long time coming. Even though I kept telling myself that a ceremony was
only a formality, deep down I really wanted to wear a wedding band again—as long
as it was his! The legalities of our relationship might not matter much to
Detweiler and me, but they could matter terribly to our two kids and to the
baby who was kicking imaginary field goals inside me. I’d learned the hard way
that the legal system can be your best friend and your worst enemy.
Initially I'd planned for us to get
married in the gap between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Detweiler and I had even
talked about flying our whole family to Las Vegas and visiting the wedding
chapel inside a Denny’s. The kids would have loved that combination, wedding
bells and pancakes. But my friend Clancy Whitehead reminded me, "You're
eight months along. They don't allow women that pregnant on a plane."
Oops.
Who
knew?
So I'd tabled that project, and made a
notation on my calendar to revisit our wedding plans after December 25th.
I would have hurried through the holiday season and put the idea out of my
head, except for something unsettling that happened to my son.
My sisters, Amanda and Catherine, had
asked if they could spend a Saturday baking cookies with my kids. Of course, I
said yes. Anya and Erik were delighted. From the big smiles on their faces,
they’d had a wonderful time.
“Look, Mama Kiki,” said Erik, as he offered up a
small shopping bag. Inside were two shoeboxes and two Pringles cans filled with
yummy treats.
“I’ve got one too.” Anya grinned at me. “We’ll have
plenty to share with Aunt Lori and Leighton.”
After thanking my sisters profusely, I hustled my children out to the
car.
My mouth began to water as we were
pulling away from the curb of the rental house my sisters share with my mother.
The car’s interior smelled wonderfully of butter, sugar, and vanilla. Now and
then, I caught a whiff of cinnamon.
Sometimes playing chauffeur is a drag, but there’s
an undeniable magic that happens when you’re looking out the front window and
your children are in the back seat. Remember Arthur Godfrey? How he said that
kids say the darnedest things? Something about car rides encourages that.
Especially longish car rides.
We were merging onto the heavy traffic on Highway 40
when Erik explained to me that because Detweiler and I weren't married, our new
baby would be a "littermate."
"A littermate?" I adjusted my
rearview mirror so I could look at him. My son’s solemn face stared back at me.
His chocolate brown eyes, his mocha-colored skin, and his red hair testified to
his biracial heritage. He might not be the child of my womb, but he's certainly
the child of my heart. From the moment I set eyes on him, I fell in love with
that little boy.
"A littermate? I don't understand
what you mean, sweetie.”
Anya rolled her eyes and explained,
"He means i-l-l-e-g-i-t-i-m-a-t-e."
It took me a while to put those
letters into a word. When I did, I nearly drove off the road. "Uh, Erik,
honey? Who was talking to you about the baby being a ...littermate?"
"Grandma Collins," he said.
My mother. That paragon of parenthood.
I gritted my teeth. “That figures.”
Although she didn’t know it, my Mom had just moved one step closer to an
apartment in assisted living. Mom didn’t know it, but the rental house was
going up for sale. My sisters and I had several meetings, trying to decide how
to cope with our aging parent. In the end, we decided to wait until after the
holidays were over.
Calling my child "illegitimate"
marked a new low, even for her.
I told myself to shrug it off. To
consider the source. But Anya turned her denim blue eyes on me and said,
"She's right, Mom."
"Don't worry," I said.
"Detweiler and I still have plenty of time to tie the knot."
Two hours later, the contractions
started.
<< To Be Continued >>
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Saturday, December 20, 2014
Kiki Lowenstein and the Penny Pincher
By Joanna Campbell Slan
Editor’s Note: The Kiki Lowenstein Mystery Series features a scrapbooking mom
whose creativity isn’t limited to papercrafts.
Author's Note: In the timeline of Kiki's life this comes right before Handmade, Holiday, Homicide (Book #10)
“I saw this online and bought it
for the store. I thought it appropriate,” said my friend Clancy Whitehead, as
she handed me a wrapped present. In her tailored brown slacks, ivory silk
blouse, and camel-colored cardigan, Clancy was the picture of elegance.
Meanwhile, I’m still wearing my
maternity pants with the elastic panels. Although I tell myself that eventually
the weight will come off, it’ll probably take forever. It seems like I've been
pregnant forever, and frankly I’m feeling a little down. That’s probably one
reason that Clancy bought me a gift.
My low mood is silly, because I
have so much to be thankful for. My name is Kiki Lowenstein, and I own Time in
a Bottle, a scrapbooking and crafts store in St. Louis. I’m the mother of two
adorable kids and one on the way. In fact, I’m due the second week in January.
My other half is a hunky cop, Detective Chad Detweiler. He’s unofficially my fiancé.
We plan to get married, as soon as we can find the time.
Life is good, mainly.
Tonight starts the first of our Double-Dip Classes. Like
the old Doublemint Gum commercials, we’re offering not one but two fantastic
learning experiences. I’m excited about the projects I have planned for our
scrapbookers. But I’m also a tad worried, because Iona Lippman has signed up
for both classes. She can be a bit rough around the edges.
“Go on,” prompted Clancy. “Open the
gift.”
After my fingers carefully pried
apart the pink polka dot tissue paper, I discovered an adorable sign nestled
inside: “All our guests please us. Some by their coming, and some by their
going.”
“Iona is definitely a ‘goer,’” said Clancy. “You can’t
please her, Kiki. She’ll always find something to complain about. That’s who
she is. So just relax about the classes tonight and try to have fun. Don’t let
her ruin the evening.”
“Thank you,” I told my friend, “for
everything.”
Clancy being Clancy, she gave me a self-satisfied smile.
She’s not much of a touchy-feely person, but she’s a wonderful friend.
“You’ve got all your prep done?”
she asked. “Anything I can do?”
“I’m fine. First we’re doing the Keepsake Recipe Album. The
assignment was for each scrapbooker to bring in a recipe that her family
enjoys. A main dish. She should also have a photo of the food. Of course, if
that’s not possible, we’ll work with just the recipe and leave a place on the
scrapbook page for the photo. I assume all of them have been in to choose their
albums?”
“Yes. Iona came in Friday. She doesn’t like the 8- by
8-inch size. She also didn’t like the color of the album cover.” Clancy pulled
up a chair across from my big desk. Resting her face on her hands, she
shrugged. “I told her you might have suggestions for customizing the cover.”
“I do.”
“What’s the second class?” asked
Clancy.
“It’s called Tips from Interior
Designers,” I said, withdrawing my handout from the bottom desk drawer. “Many
interior designers use a 60-30-10 rule when working with colors. The dominant
shade should cover 60 percent of the page, then two other colors would be 30
and 10 percent. I’m also showing the scrapbookers how they can ‘translate’ a
photo of an interior design into a scrapbook page layout.”
“Fascinating idea,” said Clancy.
“I’m glad I’m staying for the evening.”
“I am too.”
As it happened, Clancy was a
lifesaver. Two hours later, after listening to Iona complain non-stop about her
album, I was happy to have someone there to keep me from throttling the woman.
Iona started complaining the minute she crossed our threshold. As far as I
could tell, she didn’t even pause to take a breath.
“Not only do I hate everything
about this album. I don’t want a recipe book full of main courses. My specialty
is dessert.”
I gritted my teeth. “Good. Since Christmas isn't that far away, your assignment is to bring
your favorite dessert and its recipe.”
“I’ll bring my Red Velvet Cake,” said Lisa Ferguson.
“No way!” shouted Iona. “I have my
great-great-grandmother’s special Red Velvet Cake recipe. It’s been passed down
from the oldest daughter to oldest daughter. No one outside the family has ever
seen it.”
“Whoa!” I spread my hands in what I hope was a placating
gesture. “You can both bring your red velvet recipes. Since these are your
personal cookbooks, duplication won’t be a problem.”
“There won’t be any duplication,” sniffed Iona, as she
tugged her sleeves over her hands. Her fingers were chaffed and red from the
cold. “My family recipe is simply the best. It’s never been copied. Not even
close.”
“Suit yourself,” said Lisa, as she adjusted her cowl neck
sweater. The weather had been unseasonably bitter. Most of my customers wore
boots and gloves. Lisa was no exception. She’d arrived bundled up in a parka.
By contrast, Iona had worn a lightweight wool coat and kept
her bare hands shoved deeply into her pockets.
The two women couldn’t have been more different. Iona
bragged about every aspect of her life from her husband’s upcoming retirement
plans to her own free time for crafting. Lisa had said nearly nothing. Iona was
in her mid-sixties, and Lisa couldn’t have been more than thirty. Probably in
her mid-twenties. While Iona had lots of free time, I knew Lisa came to our
sessions straight from work, and she kept checking the time because her
babysitter had to leave promptly at nine.
Usually the age difference is helpful in my classes. Like
in the quilting bees of old, women bond and share their experiences. The older
generation guides the younger, while the younger imparts an energy and
hopefulness that my seniors often have forgotten.
But not this time, and not this group. The age difference
only seemed to cause more friction.
“Now that we have the matter of next week’s recipes
settled,” I said, “Let’s turn our attention to Part Two of our Double-Dip. If
you’d open your page kits, you’ll see I’ve already chosen your embellishments
and paper for this cute scrapbook page. Clancy is passing around a copy of HGTV
Magazine with a picture of the room that inspired this page.”
“That does it,” snarled Iona.
“Kiki, every layout you do involves expensive embellishments.”
“She’s right,” added another
customer, Avery Ailes. “I love scrapbooking but, gosh, it’s so expensive. I’ve
priced these embellishments. They aren’t cheap.”
Clancy shot me a look over the
heads of our customers. I could read my friend’s thoughts as easily as if she’d
spoken to me: “Great…now what?”
One week later…
"How's Erik doing?" asked my friend Clancy, as
she handed me the supplies for the second of our Double-Dip Classes.
"He still misses his mother and father, but he’s
looking forward to Christmas.”
Back in August, Detweiler and I were shocked to get a
message that he had a son living in California. Later we learned that his first
wife had been pregnant when she ran off and left him. But the boy wasn’t
Detweiler’s natural son. Instead, Erik was the child of an affair between his
first wife, Gina, and one of Detweiler’s co-workers.
That said, Gina had left specific instructions in her will
that if anything happened to her and her second husband, Van Lauber, that she
wanted Detweiler to take her child, Erik, home to live with him. Because
Detweiler and Gina were still legally married when she gave birth to Erik—and because
she put Detweiler’s name on the birth certificate—Erik was legally Detweiler’s
child, even though the boy was biracial and not Detweiler's biological son.
One look at Erik and Detweiler had fallen hopelessly in
love with the child. I felt the same. Now we were doing our best to help the
little guy get through the grieving process, since he’d lost both his mother,
Gina, and his stepfather, Van, in a fatal car accident.
“Erik’s such a cutie pie.” Clancy broke open packages of
supplies. “He and Anya getting along?”
My daughter had been an only child of thirteen when she learned
that she would become the big sister to not one, but two boys. In fact, she'd been with me when a sonogram confirmed the baby I was carrying was a boy.
“So far so good. I think she likes being in charge. She
gets that from her grandmother, Sheila.”
My job was to put the pieces in a plastic baggy and slap on
our new store label. I was particularly proud of the image—a glass jar filled
with watches and the words "Time in a Bottle"—because I'd created the
logo myself. Since the watches were every color in the rainbow, the logo went
with everything! That was important because we had customers who loved bright
colors, those who favored pastels, and some who liked neutrals.
Yes, every guest who walked through our doors was unique in
every way, except for one: They all loved saving memories. It was our job to
help them do just that.
"No sibling rivalry?" Clancy raised an eyebrow.
"They're adjusting. Erik has bad dreams, as you might
imagine. Anya came up with a dream catcher and hung it over his bed. I have no
idea where she got it. Must have ordered it online.”
“Is it working?”
“Seems to be.”
"She's a smart kid," said Clancy, as she cast an
eye at our big black clock. "T-minus ten minutes and counting."
As usual, Clancy was dressed as if she stepped out of a
Talbot's catalog. Tonight she was wearing a pink knit top and gray pants. I
wondered how long it would take me to get back into “real” clothes.
"I think the women will like the layout I created for
the dessert page in their cookbook albums, but the second
portion of the evening is bound to be more challenging." Iona and Avery Ailes had complained about the high cost of
scrapbook layouts. They had dared me to come up with thrifty ways to create and
embellish their pages. I'd been working feverishly all week to do just that.
I crossed my fingers that the two women would like what I'd
done. Just then, the door minder rang. In walked Iona, dragging her Cropper
Hopper behind her.
"Showtime," said Clancy.
One session down and one to go. I had managed to keep Iona and Lisa from duking it out over
the Red Velvet Cake. Iona's cake really was better. The hints of buttermilk and
vanilla were scrumptious. She glowed with pride as we devoured our slices. Lisa
said very little as she went to work diligently on her cookbook page. Maybe her
feelings were hurt.
Time to move on.
"One of the quickest, easiest and cheapest ways to
save money on any scrapbook layout is to make your own embellishments. I'm
going to share a few new ideas for raw materials around your house that you can
turn into embellishments. Are you ready?"
The women nodded at me with their pens poised to take notes.
"Hang tags from purchases—these I cover with
paper or paint with acrylics before adding stickers or stamping on them. Labels from cans—these can be
scanned or used as is. Greeting
cards—I carefully cut around the images. Sometimes I use Diamond Glaze and
a little glitter to spice them up. Old
children's books—the images in these are adorable. Use 'as is' or add
Diamond Glaze. Pages from old
books—either use these as background paper or cut them into the shapes.
They also make great flowers! Fabric—glue
it or sew it directly to your paper. Scan or photocopy a design you like. Bottle caps—use them flat side
down or flat side up. Either way you can add letter stickers. I've also colored
them and used them in a row as a border of dots. Styrofoam trays—wash them, dry
them, cut them into shapes, and paint them with acrylics. Gift wrap—can be used as
background paper or you can select a special image and cut it out. Packaging—I reused the package
of the perfume I got for Christmas. I flattened it and cut it into circles for
embellishments."
At that point I paused. "Any questions?"
"And if we don't have access to a copier or a
computer," asked Avery. "Then what do we do?"
"Use the tape transfer method. Rub packing tape over
the image. Soak the image in warm water. Peel away the paper. Ta-da!"
But my excitement proved short-lived because Iona shrieked,
"Who took my Red Velvet Cake recipe? It's missing! Who took it? Someone
stole it from me!"
"Calm down," I said, making placating motions
with my hands. "It has to be around here somewhere, Iona. You know how
things get covered up by papers. Or they get swept off the table inadvertently.
Let's not go accusing anyone of mischief."
With that bold pronouncement of my
faith in human beings, and scrapbookers in particular, I put myself in a
ticklish spot. The burden of finding her recipe card now rested squarely on my
shoulders.
For the next thirty minutes, we
tore the class area apart. All of the classmates participated in the treasure
hunt. We went through piles of paper, one sheet at time. We looked in the
copier. We opened the paper bags I had taped to each cropper's work space. I
even got down on my hands and knees and crawled around on the floor. When the
recipe card didn't show up, I expanded our search area. When I bought Time in a
Bottle, we didn't have enough space for our classes. The display shelves took
up all the available room. To make enough space for our sessions, I'd put those
same display shelves on wheels so they could be rolled to one side. Now, I
rolled the shelves this way and that, scouring the store for the missing 3- by
5-inch card.
"You don't understand," said Iona, with a hitch
in her voice. "That recipe has been in my family for generations. We've
passed it down from mother to daughter. I can't go home without it. I just
can't!"
She started howling with misery,
while her friend Avery Ailes patted her consolingly on the shoulder.
Clancy sidled over to me and whispered
in my ear, "You can’t win. You realize that, don't you? If you search each
of our customers for the card, you're admitting someone probably took it. If
you don't, you're letting someone walk away with Iona's recipe. Either way,
people are going to be mad at you. They'll talk about this, and they'll take it
out on the store."
My friend was right. And I had no
idea what to do next.
"How about if I share a few
thrifty ideas for albums?" I said, in an overly perky voice. "Let's
give ourselves time to think. Maybe the recipe will show up. In fact, I'll even
offer a sweetener. The person who finds the recipe will get a $50 gift
certificate to the store."
Yes, it was a lot of money, but I
was desperate to save my store's reputation. The potential bribe worked. The
women all took their seats and listened intently.
"We all know how expensive
albums can be," I said. "And normally I'd be the last person
discouraging you from buying a pricey album to showcase your prized family
photos."
At that, my customers chuckled.
The sound relaxed me just a little,
and I continued, "Sometimes you aren't scrapbooking to create an heirloom.
In the immortal words of that wise woman Cyndi Lauper, 'Girls just want to have
fun,' right? Having fun doesn't necessarily mean you need an expensive binder
for your layouts.”
"There are a lot of other ways
you can collect and display your photos.” I described and displayed many
examples. “A child's board book—use sandpaper to scuff up the shiny
pages. That'll make gluing new paper over them much easier. Catalogs and magazines—glue
together four or five thin pages, cover these with nice paper, and decorate
them. Paper bags—stack
four lunch bags on top of each other, alternating the open side. Fold them in
half. Open them up to reveal the fold line. Stitch them together at the fold
line. Fabric—Cut pieces of
pre-washed cotton fabric in a 12- by 12-inch size or larger. Stack them and sew
them together down one of the edges. Cover that edge with bias binding. Glue
your photos directly onto the material. Toilet
paper roll cones—flatten them, stack them, and punch holes in one of the
short ends. Thread them together with ribbon or a metal ring clip. Each cone
can act as a page or a pocket. Ring
binders—buy a package of 8- by 11-inch page protectors and treat the ring
binders like you would any other album. Drink
coasters—punch a hole in them and attach them to each other pearl
necklace-style with twine, or ribbon or metal rings. Either cover the coasters
with paper or paint them with gesso."
I paused to see how my ideas were
going over. My customers were frantically taking notes. The samples I'd put
together were being examined with great enthusiasm. Maybe the entire evening
wasn't going to be a bust after all.
But how was I going to find that
missing recipe? Right then, the front door swung open.
"Don't look now, but the cavalry has finally
arrived," said Clancy, and in walked my fiancé, Detective Chad Detweiler.
The scrapbookers seemed willing, so we took a break. As
they got up from their chairs, I noticed that Lisa Ferguson hesitated.
Could she be hiding something?
But that didn't make sense.
She had her own Red Velvet Cake recipe. Why would she take
Iona's?
While the women crowded around the food table, I motioned
my husband over to Lisa's things.
Trying to act casual, I said, "We've been working on a
recipe album. Lisa? You don't mind if I show Detweiler yours, do you?"
She froze like a deer when your headlights hit it.
"Uh…no." Her words didn't match her body language.
I opened the album and went through it page by page. When I
got to the Red Velvet Cake recipe, I withdrew it and studied it. That's when I
realized what was wrong.
"Lisa? I think you accidentally glued your recipe card
to Iona's card," I said, peeling the two apart. "Iona? Here's your
missing recipe."
Detweiler winked at me. "Good work."
To my horror, Lisa started crying. "This is all your
fault, Iona. I did it for your daughter-in-law Bethany. She and I have been
friends for years. Why couldn't you do the decent thing and share your recipe
with her? Your son Mason is leaving Texas and going off to Afghanistan. All
Bethany wanted was to make him one of his mother's famous red velvet cakes
before he goes. But would you share the recipe with her? No. You're mean!"
All my scrapbookers turned on Iona.
"Is that true?" asked Avery. "You wouldn't
let your own daughter-in-law have a copy of your recipe?"
Iona sniffed. "It's for the women in my family only!"
"Iona!" said one of the other scrapbookers.
"How could you?"
A fat tear dripped down the woman's cheek. "Now that I
see how all of you feel, I realize…I was wrong. That silly recipe doesn't
matter that much, does it?"
We looked at her and shook our heads no.
"Kiki? Would you make copies of it for everybody?"
Iona shoved the card into my hand.
"I'll be glad to."
"Since she's in such a generous mood, see if you can
bring a couple of slices home with you tonight. I'm thinking I'd like to sit
down with my wife after dinner and have a dessert," said Detweiler, and
then he kissed my neck and added, "or two."
~ The End ~
Although Ilona didn't want to share her Red Velvet Cake Recipe, I was fortunate that three of my readers shared these yummy concoctions. Many thanks to all three!
Joanna
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Carrie Wolfgang’s (Iona’s) Red Velvet Cake Recipe
Cake Ingredients:
1 ½ C. Sugar
2 C. Cooking oil
2 Eggs
1 Tsp. Vinegar
2 Oz. Red Food Coloring
2 ½ C. Flour
1 Tsp. Baking soda
1 Tsp. Salt
3 T. Cocoa
1 C. Buttermilk
2 Tsp. Vanilla
Directions:
1. Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees. Grease and lightly
flour two 9 inch layer pans.
2. Cream together sugar and oil.
3. Add eggs and beat well. Add vinegar and food
coloring. Beat well.
4. Sift flour, soda, salt and cocoa together.
5. Add flour/soda/salt/cocoa mixture to
sugar/oil/egg/vinegar/food coloring, alternating with buttermilk and stirring
well after each addition.
6. Add vanilla and beat well.
7. Pour into greased and floured pans. Bake for
30-35 minutes. Cool completely before frosting.
Frosting Ingredients:
1 Stick of Butter (room
temperature)
8 Oz. Cream Cheese (room
temperature)
2 Tsp. Vanilla
1 Lb. Sifted Powdered
Sugar
1 C. Chopped Walnuts
Directions:
1. Cream butter and cream cheese together.
2. Add vanilla and powdered sugar. Mix well.
3. Stir in nuts and spread on cake layers.
Special thanks to Carrie
Wolfgang of Novel Destination-Used Book Emporium for sharing her recipe.
Visit her at https://www.facebook.com/pages/Novel-Destination/141350359287827?sk=photos_stream&ref=page_internal
**
Fay Zerbolio’s Red Velvet Cake Recipe
Ingredients:
½ C. Margarine or butter
1 ½ C. White Sugar
1 Egg, beaten
4 T. Cocoa
1 Tsp. Red food coloring
2 T. Strong, hot coffee
2 C. Cake flour
1 Tsp. Salt
1 Tsp. Baking soda
1 C. Buttermilk
1 Tsp. Vanilla
Directions:
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease and flour
two 9-inch cake pans.
2. Cream together butter and sugar. Add beaten egg.
Combine cocoa, food coloring and coffee. Add to mixture and mix well.
3. Sift soda, salt, and flour together. Add flour
mixture and milk alternately to chocolate mixture. Add vanilla. Pour into pans
and bake for 20-25 minutes.
Icing Ingredients:
3 Squares baking
chocolate
3 T. Butter
5 T. Milk, scalded
2 C. Powdered sugar
¼ Tsp. Salt
1 Tsp. Vanilla
½ to 1 C. Chopped nuts
Directions:
Melt chocolate and
butter together over low heat. Pour hot milk over sugar, stir to dissolve. Add
salt, chocolate mixture and vanilla. Beat till thick. Add nuts. Frost cake.
Special thanks to Fay
Zerbolio of the Miniature Museum of Greater St. Louis. Visit them at
http://miniaturemuseum.org/
**
Karan Flanscha’s $200 Cake (Red Velvet Cake)
Ingredients:
2-3 T. Powdered cocoa
1 oz. Bottle of red food
coloring
½ C. Crisco
1 ½ C. White Sugar
2 Whole Eggs
2 ¼ C. Cake flour
1 Scant tsp. salt
1 C. Buttermilk
1 tsp. Vanilla
1 tsp. Vinegar
1 tsp. Baking soda
Directions:
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease and flour
two 9-inch baking pans.
2. Mix cocoa powder with red food coloring. Refill
food coloring bottle with water and add to cocoa/food coloring mix. Mix well.
3. Cream Crisco and white sugar. Add 2 eggs and
cocoa mixture. Mix well.
4. Stir together three times: cake flour and salt.
5. Using mixer on low speed, add dry ingredients
alternately with buttermilk to cocoa mixture. Add vanilla.
6. Fold in by hand: vinegar and baking soda. Mix
well. Pour into pans.
7. Bake for about 30 minutes.
8.
Icing ingredients:
1. White frosting from a can
2. ½ Tsp. Peppermint flavoring
Directions:
Mix frosting and
flavoring. Ice the cooled cake layers.
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