Will going strong . . .
I love a lame pun. :)
So, I'm on chapter five and having SO much fun setting this story in Dunedin, NZ. Totally brings back memories of the student days . . .
Here's a tiny teaser from chappy 5 (draft). This one's for the NZers out there. ;)
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Candice blinked and looked at him. “Pikelets are basically pancakes but smaller,” she said. “And thanks for the warning about you being a terrible cook—after the car incident last night I’m going to take you seriously. So,”—she rolled up her sleeves—“we’ll follow the recipe.” She looked behind him again, raising a brow. “There’s bound to be an Edmonds in this kitchen, right?”
There was the scuffle of feet and a cupboard door squealing open behind him. Then before Will knew it, Heath stood in front of him, dressed in a shirt and dress pants, hair still wet from a shower, pushing a yellow and orange spiral-bound book into his hands. “Page twenty.”
They only clashed gazes and it was enough to have his blood spiraling every-which way. He thought he detected a glimpse of hunger in Heath’s eyes—and not the pikelet desire type either—but if he did it was gone as quickly as it appeared.
Candice nudged between them, pinching the cookbook. “Sweet As,” she said.
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Yeah, I love--no, I worship my Edmonds cookbook. It has traveled to every country and place I have lived in.
It's an essential, if you ask me. :D
So, I'm on chapter five and having SO much fun setting this story in Dunedin, NZ. Totally brings back memories of the student days . . .
Here's a tiny teaser from chappy 5 (draft). This one's for the NZers out there. ;)
* * *
Candice blinked and looked at him. “Pikelets are basically pancakes but smaller,” she said. “And thanks for the warning about you being a terrible cook—after the car incident last night I’m going to take you seriously. So,”—she rolled up her sleeves—“we’ll follow the recipe.” She looked behind him again, raising a brow. “There’s bound to be an Edmonds in this kitchen, right?”
There was the scuffle of feet and a cupboard door squealing open behind him. Then before Will knew it, Heath stood in front of him, dressed in a shirt and dress pants, hair still wet from a shower, pushing a yellow and orange spiral-bound book into his hands. “Page twenty.”
They only clashed gazes and it was enough to have his blood spiraling every-which way. He thought he detected a glimpse of hunger in Heath’s eyes—and not the pikelet desire type either—but if he did it was gone as quickly as it appeared.
Candice nudged between them, pinching the cookbook. “Sweet As,” she said.
* * *
Yeah, I love--no, I worship my Edmonds cookbook. It has traveled to every country and place I have lived in.
It's an essential, if you ask me. :D
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Feb 16, 2012 12:32PM
I worked with a Kiwi midwife who travels around Australia and she also carts a battered copy of the Edmunds cookbook everywhere with her! LOL
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Haha, yeah, that's the spirit. :)Pikelets
Scones
Louise cake
your basic sponge-cake recipe (gawd, people look at me blankly when I mention sponge cake. They're like, whaaa--? )
Even a Lamingtons recipe
Hmmmm, how can you be without it? :P
Wow, they don't have piklets overseas?This teaser is great! Mmmm, Will :-)
In Scotland I think they do, but when I've mentioned them to people in Germany and in the US--at least the ones I've talked to don't know. :)But man am I in a pooh-bum mood right now, my e-reader just crashed! And it won't turn back on!!! :(
I'll have to read on the computer, which isn't nearly as comfortable.
