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Preview of Winter’s End November 2, 2012

Filed under: Books,Cooking,Recipes — itsrebekahlyn @ 11:55 AM
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On Wednesday I shared with the recipe for a wonderful butternut Squash soup I discovered while doing research for my new book, Winter’s End, which will be available in just a few weeks.  I thought I would give you a sneak peek of the scene that grew from this recipe.  Enjoy and have a wonderful weekend!


The cover for Winter’s End compliments of Laura Wright LaRoache at LLPix.



When they reached a small alley with white lights crisscrossing overhead, Lizzie followed as Ian turned and they walked toward a small courtyard. Snow crunched under their feet, not having been cleared after yesterday’s shower. The narrow walls of the alley made it impossible to see anything in the courtyard other than a fountain, now silent, with icicles hanging from the three levels. When they emerged into the courtyard, Lizzie was surprised to find an elegant bistro at the far end, topiaries stood on either side of the large plate glass window in the shape of hearts, with red silk roses woven into the greenery. Bistro Amore was written in black letters across the front door.


“I hope you’re hungry,” Ian said, stopping in front of the bistro.


“Famished actually,” Lizzie replied, stepping through the door he held open for her. Inside the restaurant was dimly lit with hundreds of candles scattered on the tables and perched in sconces along the walls, but only one table, in the center of the room, was set, ready for service.


“It doesn’t look like they are open yet,” Lizzie whispered, turning back to Ian.


“I don’t know, maybe you should ask the hostess.” Ian pointed.


Lizzie turned back around to find a young woman with long black hair, wearing a red velvet skirt that flowed to her ankles coupled with a white blouse standing before her, holding two menus.


“Good evening Ms. Reynolds, Mr. Cavanaugh. Your table is ready for you.” The hostess led them to the center table and pulled the chair out for Lizzie, waiting until Ian was seated to hand out the menus. When she did, Lizzie gasped.


The front of the menu had Lizzie and Ian’s names on it, with the date, and a photo from their first date at the Samba Room.


“Happy Valentine’s Day Lizzie,” Ian said.


“But Valentine’s Day isn’t until Monday,” Lizzie gave him a confused look.


Ian reached across the table and took her hand. “I know you aren’t the biggest fan of this Hallmark holiday, but I wanted to do something special for you. I thought maybe if it wasn’t on the actual day, you wouldn’t think it was just part of the commercialism.”


Lizzie felt walls built up over years of disappointment, crumble in her heart. She wrapped his hand in both of hers and gazed into his eyes, hoping he understood how much his words meant to her.


“Do you want to look at the menu?” Ian asked


“I don’t know if I can take my eyes off you,” Lizzie whispered.


“Maybe I should read it to you then. There aren’t many choices, though. To start a butternut squash soup, followed by a Caesar salad, then maple glazed salmon, mashed potatoes, and asparagus, and for dessert, well, I’ll let that be a surprise.”


“My favorites,” Lizzie said, her heart racing.


“I’m happy to hear that,” Ian replied with a laugh.


“How did you do this?” Lizzie asked.


“I just made a reservation,” Ian replied innocently. ”Isn’t that something you do all day at work?”


Lizzie looked around the restaurant and laughed. “Hardly. I don’t think I have enough pull to get an entire restaurant for one guest.”


“I guess you just don’t know all the right people then.”


“Come on, you have to tell me.”


“I went to school with the owner, and I have to be honest, they will open to everyone else at eight. He agreed to open early for me as a favor.”


“Very impressive favor.”


“A high compliment coming from the queen of making the impossible happen,” Ian replied.


A waiter approached with a tray containing their soup and a bottle of wine. Lizzie leaned over the bowl of soup and breathed in the warm aroma, feeling any lingering chill in her bones fade away. The server poured a taste of wine into Ian’s glass. He swirled it around, gave it a good smell, swished a bit in his mouth, and gave his approval. When their glasses were filled, the waiter retreated. Ian raised his glass.


“A toast. To the first of many Valentine’s Days together.” They clinked their glasses and took a sip of the chilled Riesling.


Lizzie slurped at the hot soup, her taste buds going wild as the liquid slid over them. She closed her eyes, allowing her sense of taste to take over as she picked out the flavors of saffron, nutmeg, and cinnamon. 



“You can never repeat this, but this soup is so good, I may have to suggest Chef Gustave visit your friend for some pointers.” Lizzie opened her eyes to find Ian watching her with pleasure.


“I’m glad you like it,” Ian said dipping his own spoon into the creamy yellow soup.


The salad and then the main course were served, each bite seemingly better than the last. Lizzie cleaned each of her plates and sat back with a sigh of contentment as the waiter removed the empty dishes.


“I know you said there was dessert, but I don’t think I could eat another bite,” Lizzie said and dabbed at the corners of her mouth with her napkin.


A look of disappointment clouded Ian’s face and Lizzie regretted her words.


“But, I could probably share with you,” she quickly added.


“I understand if you are too full. We can always have something later. The night is still young.” Ian pushed his chair back. “Wait here a minute.” He turned toward the kitchen and slipped through the door.


Lizzie rubbed her stomach as if that would speed along her digestion, and glanced around the restaurant. She could see twenty other tables, each covered in a black cloth. She could hear more voices from the kitchen as they prepared to open to the rest of their patrons. Without warning, the hostess appeared at Lizzie’s side.


“How was everything?” the hostess asked.


“It was perfect. Please send my compliments to the chef. I can’t remember a better meal,” Lizzie smiled and extended her hand. “Thank you all for making this such a memorable evening.”




Improvisation October 31, 2012

Filed under: Books,Cooking,Recipes — itsrebekahlyn @ 11:55 AM
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The weather has turned cooler in the wake of Hurricane Sandy and I am reveling in it.Last night, after  a long day at the office, I was excited to come home and make the butternut squash soup I had been craving since discovering a wonderful recipe as part of my Winter’s End research. The recipe spoke warmth  through the ingredients and aromas and my stomach was rumbling for it. Alas, when I went back to my notes I couldn’t locate the recipe. The search began again but I didn’t  find the magical recipe. I did however find one that made a good base. My mind crept back to the scene in Winter’s End as Lizzie sips the warm rich soup, savouring the flavors on her tongue.  I added in the spices I remembered, including a touch of clove and cumin. It turned out to be delicious and I think it will make a great addition to Thanksgiving dinner.



                                  Warm & Comforting Butternut Squash Soup

                                    2 lbs of butternut squash

                                    1 chopped Vidalia onion

                                    2 Tbs butter

                                    6 cups of chicken or vegetable stock

                                    1 cup half and half

                                    1 tsp Nutmeg

                                    1 tsp Cinnamon

                                     1/8 tsp Cloves

                                    pinch of Cumin

                                     pinch of Salt

                                    Pepper to taste

Peel butternut squash, cut in half, scoop out seeds and pulp, then cut into 1-inch chunks (You can also use pre-cooked, frozen squash if you prefer)

Sauté ½ chopped Vidalia onion in 2 tablespoons butter until translucent

Add cubed squash to onions and simmer on low for 5 minutes. Add 6 cups of chicken or vegetable stock

Simmer for 25 minutes

Remove from heat and allow to cool then puree in blender

Return pureed squash to a pot and stir in 1 cup of half and half

Stir in Nutmeg, Cinnamon, Cloves, Cumin, Salt, and Pepper

Garnish with croutons or serve with a French baguette

Stop back by Friday to get a sneak peek at the scene in Winter’s End featuring this soul warming soup.


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