A shorter version of this story previously appeared in the For Love and Honor anthology
Before Candis Terry's wild Wilder brothers met their matches, a soldier gets a homecoming in Sweet, Texas
He's given up
Army Ranger Lieutenant Aiden Marshall fought in some of the most hellish corners on earth and survived. Those closest to him, did not. When he returns home to Sweet, Texas, he believes he's broken and has lost everything-including his soul. The only fair thing he can do to the woman who's patiently waited for him to come home is tell her to move on with her life-without him.
but she never will
Sassy waitress Paige Walker has no intention of walking away from the man of her dreams. He gave his all for his country and served with honor. Now it's time to pull him from the darkness and give him hope. With a heap of love, the help of the entire town, and a tail-wagging companion, Paige makes sure her hero knows there's no place like home sweet home.
There are cookbooks out there ad nauseum, the bargain shelves in bookstores are lined with them - and good ones too. I know, I have a bookcase full of them! So why would I do one? Well, it happened like this. I have two books published - 'Boswells: Rom' and 'In an English Pub, The Best Years, THE ABBEY' - and I'm working on a third novel, 'Boswells: The Hat.' Events have a way of changing your plans, the event in this case was the sale of our house, a place where I have resided for the last forty years - I won't trouble you with what went into this momentous decision. All the myriad details that go into effecting the sale (the paperwork - oh My Sainted Aunt!) made it impossible to immerse myself in the novel's theme. Then something serendipitous happens, in clearing out the reams of old paperwork I come across an early attempt of mine at a cookbook that was never published and rather pretentiously and provocatively called 'A Faggot is a Faggot or a Savory Duck? A Cooking Drama in Three Acts.' You might think I am being a tad homophobic with such a title, but you will see the title's roots inside this book. Most of the credit for the recipes go to my sister, June, who some years ago at my request for recipes that were used in the Abbey Inn painstakingly wrote them out and mailed them to me. I've just discovered those gems anew in my files and that is a major part of the impetus for this. Another factor is that folks liked, quite unexpectedly for me, my 'Recipes Remembered' in my memoir of the happy time spent in the Abbey Inn - these are reprised also. This did not require me to burrow deep into the realms of fantasy but somewhat satisfied the literary itch, but to create a look at the recipes largely used by my Mum and Grandmother, Nan Baker. Having said that, this intended 'stopgap' took on a life of its own. I found myself digging deeper into the background of what was intended to be completed in a relatively short period, for not only do I have a passion for writing, I am also a curious person by nature and could not resist the lure of delving into the origin and history of some of these recipes. I have attempted to preserve some of our old family recipes here with a little humor and history to boot. They are mostly simple, yet savory and pay scant regard to limiting the fat and cholesterol content - be warned! I decided that these had to be set down for posterity as I have seen many of my generation shuffle off this earthly coil and know I have a limited time to do this. My sister June is the major repository of Mum and Nan Baker's cooking and that the memory of them and their ingenuity could be lost forever if no effort was made. A big thanks to my Sis for putting her memories on paper. The greatest tribute goes to Mum and her Mother (Nan Baker) whose cooking I took for granted all those years, naive was I in thinking all women did this naturally! They even kept a high standard during scarcity of WWII and the austerity and of the post-war years - what we had was often controlled by strict rationing and often limited the creation of these recipes. This high standard was aided by Dad and Frank 'Crafty' Russell's prowess in the gardens. We had fresh fruits and vegetables in abundance with the flavor and nutrition that only they can endow. We were also fortunate in being a country pub, a supply of rabbits, birds and fish always seemed to be on hand.
The purpose of the present study is to present the life and work and thought of a remarkable pioneering figure on the Scottish scene over the middle half, broadly, of the eighteenth century, in their dynamic relations with that most extraordinary intellectual awakening and scientific, eduÂ cational, literary and religious development of his time generally known as the "Scottish Enlightenment. " That movement in thought and culture was indeed in more ways than one a unique phenomenon in the history of western culture, comparable, in its own manner and measure, as we shall attempt to point out later, with such history-making movements or epochs as the Age of Pericles in Greece, the Augustan Age in Rome, the Renaissance movement in Italy and Western Europe generally, the up-surge both in science and in letters in England in the seventeenth century, and the contemporary movement in France associated with the Encyclopedists. This Scottish Enlightenment, often also spoken of as the "Awakening of Scotland," was of course more than a movement merely on the intelÂ lectual and cultural level. It had also political bearings and was rather directly conditioned by events and changes in the political arena, beginÂ ning with the Union with England in 1707; and even more directly was it accompanied and conditioned by social and economic changes which were in a short span of time to transform the face of this far-northern country almost beyond recognition.
Often we have experiences which leave us wondering how it happened. This is a story telling not only how, but why unforeseen bumps in the road make happy days unhappy, and sad days sadder. Because of a belief in lasting friendships and lasting love a young woman takes a ride that she could never have dreamed she'd be on. The driver of her ride left her with broken dreams, a skeptical future, and a cavity of a heart. After thirty years of saying it wasn't so, she finally laughed and took the wheel of her ride for herself.
Christmas in Twilight, Texas, is all merriment and mistletoe. The Cookie Club is whipping up their most festive sweets, the townspeople are scrambling to get their holiday shopping done, and Joe Cheek-a hometown guy with a restless heart-is dreaming about the woman he wants to kiss most...