Okay, I’ve confessed before, but I love to cook. It’s been interesting with my broken leg. I can’t stand up and balance long enough to fix a meal, so my poor husband’s been pressed into duty. John was a good cook when I married him, but he was glad to pass the skillet to me as soon as possible. Now, he grills, but he even does that less and less. He says it’s because I’m such a good cook. I suspect he thinks flattery will get him out of kitchen duty. But his standards have gotten a lot higher year after year. He loves sauces and glazes. He loves the little extras, so he doesn’t want something simple night after night. He gets tired of take-out. So now, I roll myself into the kitchen in my wheelchair and we walk through recipes together. And to tell you the truth, that’s pretty fun for me. Maybe not as much for him:)
A long time ago, my agent asked me if I’d like to include recipes with my novels, because my characters always cook and share meals together. That’s how my family and friends bond…over food. We eat meals and yak and catch up with each other. My sister Patty and my cousin Jenny are coming to see me tonight, and John and I have a pork roast (with a rub) in the slow cooker to shred for pulled pork, and cole slaw, and chips. When we think people, we think “feed them.”
My friend Mary Lou teases me that I’m one of those people who talk about what I’m going to cook while I’m eating what I’ve already cooked. Guilty as charged. My friend Paula brings me special spices back from her trips to Israel, and I love her for it. I have files full of recipes, and I tinker with all of them, but I’m never sure how much I need to change a recipe I’ve found in a magazine before I can call it my own. So I’ve always shied away from calling something “mine.”
Kensington, however, loves to promote authors who have food in their novels by sharing recipes online. If you mention a food in your book, they’ll ask you to share the recipe. So finally, I’ve gotten braver and sent them recipes for a few of the things that my chef, Tyne, (in book 4) makes at Ian’s inn. Tyne has traveled the world to hone his skills. I haven’t, and I don’t have the budget Ian’s resort does. So I sent in my versions (simpler and cheaper) of Tyne’s dishes. It was fun. If one of them is chosen for their publicity site, I hope people try them and like them.
My family’s pretty adventurous. My daughter Holly loves Mexican and Thai food. She also loves cassoulets. What can I say? She lived with a chef for a few years. I had to step up my game. John loves salmon, seafood, and Creole. Tyler loves Asian, curries, and spicy. They all love Italian and barbecue. None of them like repetition. If I make chicken piccata at the beginning of the month and make it again at the end of the month, I hear, “Didn’t you just make that?”
They’re all spoiled. But so am I. So it’s been fun trying to share recipes with readers. And I love it when my friends cook for me. We all get sick of our own cooking, no matter how many recipes we have.
This has been sort of a ramble, and you might not like to cook, but happy writing!