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More than just sustenance, food feeds the heart as well as the stomach. Many of our favorite moments (and more than a few of the funniest ones we remember) center around food, whether it was served at Mom's dinner table, a wedding dinner, a picnic, a company banquet, or the first meal you ever cooked. Folks from all over were kind enough to contribute their food memories—heartwarming, funny, or otherwise memorable—for this collection of food-related vignettes.
Heartsong Food
This book isn't about my memories. It is a collection of memories from people from all over who answered my appeals for stories warm and touching, or funny, or thought-provoking, or otherwise significant, but stories connected with food. I asked to hear about the smells of food, the significance of food, the experience of food…not just the taste but the memories associated with it, especially memories that are meaningful or poignant.
A fair number of contributions dealt with ethnic food, which should not be surprising, since ethnicity often plays on the heartstrings.
A number of respondents also sent, along with their memories, recipes. They are scattered throughout the book and printed as received, whether that was in standard recipe format or as what is termed "running copy"—that is, sentence format.
Lighter Than Air
Paige's goofy Uncle Larry, an inventor, invents a cookie that makes anyone who eats it lighter than air, so that the person floats. But the only way to get back to the ground is with a different cookie with the opposite effect. Paige, her brother, and her friend find that floating in the air isn't all fun…especially when there's no way to get back down!
What will Happen If I Tell?
IN A SCHOOL ASSEMBLY, JEFF AND HIS CLASSMATES LEARN THAT IT'S ALL RIGHT TO TELL SOMEONE WHEN AN ADULT IS MISTREATING YOU IN SOME WAY.
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"She…does things like…well, last Saturday…." Jeff looked very upset. But then he went on talking. "I wet my bed. And she made me sit in the front yard with a sign pinned to my shirt. It said BEDWETTER. I felt so bad when people went by and looked at me.
Passion In Peril
What do Chloe Banyon and her three close friends do when their neighborhood is being terrorized by a serial killer? All the victims are particularly voluptuous young women who seem to frequent their favorite hangout, The Cellar. Chloe and her best friend, Monica Eason, are makeup artists at a prestigious department store. Cha Cha DuBois is a beautiful, exotic 'large' model who fears her biological clock is ticking away. Red-headed Steffi Frost, is a zany actress looking for love. Could one of them be next? Chloe's boyfriend, Harry Moretti of the San Francisco Police Department, thinks that may be so! He's doing all he can to find the killer before he strikes again. The more Chloe falls in love with Harry, the more she realizes just how precious life is! Join them in their close encounters with the demented Wallace Carrick. Will the killing stop in time?
Winner Take ALL
When Dylan Coulter rides into Sparkling Springs, he quickly discovers the woman who runs the local saloon is worth the risk of facing the hangman. Things get ugly fast when Dylan is accused of killing the only son of the richest rancher in the area. Unwilling to leave her behind, Dylan takes Maggie with him as he tries to dodge bounty hunters and a determined Pinkerton agent who just happens to be Maggie's old love. Excerpt: At some point in the evening, Maggie had fallen asleep at her work. She was jarred from slumber by the familiar sound of gunshots, but instead of casual interest, this time the sound made her blood run cold. She rose and went to the door that led onto the balcony above the saloon. She opened it cautiously and looking out. Lights were beginning to spark to life in the buildings across the street from the Spur, and the sound of running feet grew louder. She peered at the shadowy alley across the street from Wilkins' Cafe, the alley that had drawn Dylan's attention so many times the previous night, a voice inside her head reminded her. There was someone there now. She caught the briefest glimpse of white, then it was gone. Heart pounding in her chest, Maggie ran for the door that would take her down to the saloon. She'd just stepped off the flight when there was a low knock on the rear entrance door. Without thinking of consequences, she went and twisted the lock, then opened the heavy panel of wood. Dylan Coulter slipped past her and closed the door. "What have you done, Dylan?" she asked before she could choose a more tactful way of making the query. "Do you have any experience pulling bullets out of men, Miss Watson?" Maggie's knees suddenly felt inadequate to the task of keeping her standing upright. "Dylan?" He stumbled, and she caught him awkwardly, offering what little support she could as he propelled her into the saloon and back to the stairs. Once they reached the short flight, the lamp on the wall halfway up gave her a clear look at him. He was dressed in dove gray tonight, and the pristine white of his shirt was marred by a horrible, expanding stain of crimson. "You need a doctor, Dylan," she whispered, feeling the color drain from her face. "They won't send a doctor, Maggie," he said through clenched teeth. "A lynch mob maybe, but not a doctor." "Why?" They'd made it to her rooms and he pushed the door open and went to the bed, where he promptly collapsed into unconsciousness. Before she could think more about what was happening, insistent pounding began on the main floor doors. Her gaze went back to Dylan and she obeyed instinct rather than reason. |
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