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Now for my Cookie Hop item. Below is an excerpt from my Christmas story Perfect-It's on sale from it's regular price of $3.99, so grab a copy today- and the recipe Darcy is using is my/her Aunt's recipe. I hope you enjoy.
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Excerpt from PERFECT by Autumn Jordon `(copyrighted material)
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“Smells great, Mom.” Dillion entered the kitchen and stopped
Jillian and Katy sat at the table with their school books spread out in front of them. Christmas carols played softly from the radio on the kitchen counter. Darcy stood at the stove.
She turned around with a gravy-covered spoon poised a mere inch from her full mouth and smiled. “Hi.”
His heart did a somersault.
“What are you doing here?”
“I stopped by with a rhubarb custard pie.” She pointed to the counter where a deep-dish pie sat. “Your dad mentioned last night it was his favorite and Tom actually had some rhubarb frozen. I had nothing to do today and was kind of bored, so I baked. When I arrived, your mother asked if I could stay with the girls for an hour and watch over the dinner she started while she and your dad ran down the mountain for something.”
“For what?’
“I don’t know actually. Maybe something to do with Christmas,” she whispered and nodded toward the girls, who were being very quiet.
Dylan got the picture. Darcy showed up, they knew what time he would be home, and Mom thought this was an opportunity to show him what it would be like to come home to a real family of his own. He got it. He longed for it. But Darcy wasn’t the one. They’d decided together that a relationship between them would be fruitless.
“Right. So…” he said, turning to the girls. Both sets of eyes shot from him to Darcy and back to him. “Why are the two queens of noise so quiet?”
Darcy placed the spoon on the caddy and wiped her hands on the flowered apron she wore. “Well, Lilac asked me to stay for dinner.” Her brows knitted together. “I hope it’s okay. I said yes.”
“Sure.”
A smile bloomed on her rose-colored lips. “Thanks. I hate eating alone. Anyway, I told these two if they do their homework, maybe, after dinner, we’d bake some cookies.” She crossed over and smoothed a hand over both girls’ hair. “If it’s all right with you?”
It was definitely all right by him. When he dropped her off at Tom’s last night, they hadn’t set a time to see each other again until Saturday when they were all going out to Mini-Moose Point to cut down the Christmas tree. He had to work today and tonight the Skype-call with Elizabeth was scheduled. He’d had a long list of things he needed to ask his sister-in-law, and hopefully his brother. He hadn’t spoken to Bob in nearly a month. “Yeah. Sure.”
“Good.” She went up on her toes a little.
That attraction thing they had decided was not going to happen reared up. He could imagine himself, walking into this scene—with a baby cradled in a bouncy chair—gathering Darcy into his arms and planting a kiss on her full lips. A sampling of the dinner to come would be mingled with her sweetness. He could feast on her alone. Starting with the perfect ears she kept tucking a strand of hair behind. Then biting his way down her tanned neck and across her bare shoulders and lower…
He shifted his stance, feeling the effects below his belt caused by imagining Darcy wearing nothing but that apron. Naked.
His nieces were sitting right there.
Quickly, he retargeted his thoughts, glanced away from the gorgeous woman in front of him and cleared the desire from his throat. “I’m glad they’re getting their homework done. Tonight, at eight, they have their Skype appointment.”
The girls cheered. “We get to see Mommy and Daddy.”
“Oh,” Darcy said, “I didn’t know. Maybe we should do cookies another night.”
“No. We want cookies,” Jillian started the singsong, tapping her pencil on the tabletop, and Katy chimed in.
Dylan splayed his hand toward his nieces. “The queens of noise.”
“Okay.” Darcy, chuckling, threw her hands up in the air. “I’ll bake a few cookies now, since you’re busy doing your homework and then, if your uncle lets us, we’ll do a whole baking afternoon later this week.”
“Can we?” His nieces hopped on their seats.
“I do need someone to stay with the girls tomorrow night while I work at the lodge, if you’re free. My sitter’s mother called and Willa has come down with a sore throat. And, Mom and Dad are planning to go to that town meeting.”
“I’d love to.”
“Great.” He smiled down at her, mesmerized by her beauty.
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Elise's A&P Cut Outs
What you'll need:
2 cups sugar
1 cup softened butter
2 large eggs
1Tlb vanilla
1 Tlb milk
1 Teas. Baking Soda
1 Teas. Cream of Tartar
3 1/2 cups of flour
What to do:
1) Cream sugar, butter, eggs, vanilla, and milk together.
2) Then sprinkle in Baking Soda and Cream of Tartar and blend well.
3) Slowly add flour.
4) Wrap dough in wax paper and refrigerate at least one hour. (I make up batches days ahead before baking. But hid it well. The kids love it.)
5) When ready to bake, sit dough out at room temp for about twenty minutes. Then in portions, roll out (about 1/2 inch thick), cut out, place on baking sheet and decorate.
6) Bake at 350 degrees for about 7 to 10 minutes, depending on how dark you want them.
7) Remove from oven and place on cooling rack.
8) Enjoy!
Santa always had cut outs of children's hands. Now he gets the cut outs of my grandchildrens' hands.
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