You could win:
- A $250 pre-paid Visa card!
- Another $25o donated to Fisher House Foundation in YOUR honor! Fisher House provides temporary housing for military families whose loved ones are undergoing treatment. Since my hero, Jake Tyler is a wounded warrior, I thought it fitting to give to this terrific organization.
- All entrants will receive a FREE copy of my enovella, Coldwater Blues, as a special “thank you.”
Contest ends September 27th!
And speaking of cooked up, the DH and I have just returned from a trip to the South Pacific with a bunch of terrific tropical recipes. Thought I’d share one for you to use to spice up your cook-outs this summer!
Grilled Shrimp with Pineapple Salsa
15 large shrimp (can substitute scallops if you wish)
1 Tbs. chopped mint leaves
1 tsp. chopped rosemary leaves
Extra-virgin olive oil
Freshly ground black pepper
Teriyaki or barbecue sauce (optional)
Pineapple salsa (recipe follows)
Place shrimp on paper towels to blot dry. Thread 2 skewers through 5 shrimp. Repeat 2 more times. Sprinkle mint and rosemary over the shrimps. Drizzle extra virgin olive oil over the skewered shrimps. Grind black pepper over the skewers, then drizzle more olive oil over the top and refrigerate for 30 minutes. Season with salt. Oil a hot grill and place the skewers over high heat for 2 minutes on each side. At this point, you can brush on teriyaki or BBQ sauce if desired. Serve immediately over pineapple salsa.
2 red onions, peeled & sliced into 1/2 inch thick slices
3 green jalapenos
2 red jalapenos
extra-virgin olive oil
1 Tbs. chopped mint leaves
1 Tbs. chopped Italian parsley leaves
1 lime, juiced
salt and freshly ground pepper
Oil your grill. Place pineapple slices onto hot grill for 4 minutes each side. Gently toss the onion slices and jalapenose in olive oil. Place onto the hot grill for 3-4 minutes on each side. Remove from grill. Peel skin off of jalapenos. Cube the pineapple, removing inner core. Cube the onion and mince the jalapenos. Come all of them with the chopped herbs in a large bowl. Add lime juice and drizzle with olive oil. Season with salt and pepper to taste.
Don your grass skirt, flower lei, and enjoy!
It’s Day 2 of our 30 day cruise to Hawaii and the South Pacific and we’re still sort of decompressing after our whirlwind road trip. (Long story short, at the last minute, we decided to drive from the Midwest to San Diego instead of flying just in case there was a pilot strike.)
So what is there to do on a cruise ship?
Whatever strikes your fancy. There are cruise director-led games, art auctions, cooking classes, music, dancing, movies out the wazoo, a couple of pools, a library in case you forgot your ereader, and a new live stage show every evening. Or…
We tend to major in non-activity. Our favorite place to do nothing is on the heated stone lounges in the spa. Until I tried it, I had no idea I could fall asleep on stone. With the ship rocking under me, the steady soft trickle of water into the basins and the warmth seeping into my body, how can I do anything but let the peace of the place take me away?
And it occurs to me that I need to find a way to reach this level of relaxation when I’m back home too. Any suggestions? What do you like to do to unplug?
Let me start by saying I’m a lukewarm sports fan. At the start of any game I watch, I choose who I root for based on where the teams are from. Then I pull for whichever place I’d prefer to visit. I’ve just never become attached to any one pro team in any sport.
Probably because I’ve lived in 9 different states–all but a couple of which had pro football, basketball and baseball clubs. How could I remain a Viking, Celtics, Chiefs, Bronco, Jazz, SeaHawk, Rockies, NC Panther, and Red Sox fan all at the same time?
But I have to admit that I tend to invest a bit in March Madness. This year has been specially exciting because my alma mater, the University of Northern Iowa, made it to the dance. The DH and I stayed up to watch the Panthers squeak by Texas with the Hail Mary 3 pointer of the season!
What can I say? Gotta love those Iowa farm boys!
Now as I write this they have to face third seed Texas A & M tonight (Sunday) so the Lone Star state has more than a chance to exact a little revenge. Our corn-fed victory may be short lived, but it was sweet nonetheless.
Anyway, I’m wondering how many romance fans are also sports fans. Do you follow a favorite team? A favorite player? (Or maybe you’re like my buddy VK Sykes and prefer to combine sports and romance?)
Why not share who you like to root for? Or make a prediction about who’ll win March Madness?
Mia’s going on a little adventure soon. She and her DH of almost 40 years are celebrating their anniversary with 30 days on a cruise ship! She’ll be posting while she’s a float. If you’d like to armchair travel with her, just pop over to The Coldwater Gazette–the blog for her contemporary alter-ego Lexi Eddings. Just sign up in the “Follow by Email” form under her pic in the right hand column.
Sometimes, I fret about our country. I worry that politics has degenerated to nothing more than “opposition research” and personal destruction. But a quick look at history proves this is NOTHING NEW!
In 1884, a few days after Grover Cleveland secured the Democratic nomination, this bombshell dropped. Cleveland had a nine year old illegitimate child he’d reportedly supported financially and paid the mother to keep hidden. Before this scandal broke, Cleveland had a spotless public reputation, hence the little “Grover the Good” tag hanging from his coattails.
This might have derailed his candidacy, but for the way he responded. When he was offered an envelop reportedly containing dirt on his opponent, he paid for it and then burned it without opening it.
Was he perfect? No. Was that a classy response? YES! No wonder the country sent him to the White House. Twice.
In 1864, there were plenty of people who didn’t want to see this Republican win a second term. As you can see in this cartoon, several people are taking measurements, trying to figure out who might fill Abe’s shoes.
The funny thing about this image is that all the little guys with rulers are not other candidates. They are anti-Lincoln newspaper editors! Even in the 19th century, the media wanted to not only report the news, they wanted to shape it.
There really is nothing new under the sun.
So if you’re as tired of this political season as I already am, I hope this historical jaunt has put things into perspective. This too shall pass. For the first time in a long time, I really don’t know who I’ll vote for when my state has its primary.
I don’t want to know who you plan to vote for. That’s between you and the voting booth. But I am kind of interested in what you think the next president’s spouse should take on as a project. Barbara Bush promoted literacy. Michelle Obama has championed exercise and nutrition for children.
If YOU were able to shine a national spotlight on an issue and could make a positive change, what would it be?
Happy Birthday to all who were born on Feb. 29th!
When I was a kid, I felt sorry for you. It seemed sad to only be able to celebrate your official birthday every four years. (Of course, now I wonder if I’d been born on the 29th, could divide my age by 4 and claim to be a teenager?)
But how did this extra day ever get started anyway?
Blame the Egyptians. They were the first to notice their calendars and the solar year didn’t exactly match up. Now we know it’s because Earth’s orbit around the sun actually takes 365 days, 5 hours, 48 minutes and 46 seconds. Over time that means your calendar could be telling you it’s time to break out the bikini while there’s snow on the ground.
Then the Romans decided to tinker with the calendar from time to time, adding an extra day when they perceived that the date and the seasons didn’t always align. Finally, the Gregorian calendar was modified to have an extra day added in every year that was divisible by 4.
But because there was an extra day, some folks decided they could flout custom as well. In the 13th century, Queen Margaret of Scotland declared that every February 29th, women could propose to men instead of waiting for the guy to pop the question. AND if he said no, he had to pay a fine–a kiss, a new gown or pair of gloves for the rejected lady.
Sounds like a good way to beef up the wardrobe, doesn’t it?
So imagine for a moment that YOU are queen for Feb. 29th. What custom would YOU like to stand on its head?