The residents of Foggerty-under-Witchwood ponder their fate when a family of giants living nearby begin putting real cottages in their cottage pie and real rocks in their rock cakes.
Married to her own personal hero for over fifty-eight years, mother of three, grandmother of four, and great-grandmother to a beautiful baby girl, Dorothy calls on her life’s experiences—including designing and helping her husband build their home, complete with beams they hewed by hand and a real, old-fashioned walk-in kitchen fireplace she occasionally cooks in, to add color and depth to her stories. But, while she still knows how to clean used bricks, mix mortar and swing a mean hammer, she now only designs homes for the characters in her books. An antique lover, she fills those homes (and her own) with furnishings appropriate to the time.
When she is not busy writing, Dorothy enjoys visiting with family—who live much too far away—and traveling with her husband throughout the United States doing research for future books. She values her American heritage and believes in God, love, family and happy endings, which explains why she feels so at home writing Christian historical romance.
This was just a little slip of a book, not much to it but tolerably amusing if one likes puns. It is about some giants that shift in and are very literal in their cookbooks - cottage pie comes first, then the local shepherd's family get worried about whether she might make shepherd's pie so his son saves the day by tricking the giants into moving north to find some ingredients for Baked Alaska.
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