One of my fondest memories of childhood is my mother’s pecan pies. Everything was homemade. Fresh-baked biscuits for breakfast, fresh coconut cakes, and pecan pies—fragrant and straight from the oven. So delicious, but like most children I didn’t realize what I had until I lost it. All this good influence in the kitchen, and I didn’t learn to cook like that. She could bake, fry, pressure cook, in fact, cook almost anything but steak. Steak was always overdone but I didn’t know that then either. She could string fresh green beans, milk a cow, churn fresh butter, and slice corn off the cob. She made the mixture and diced the peaches for Dad to make home-churned ice cream. Now, I consider these gifts a treasure, none of which I inherited—or absorbed as the case may be. She might as well have been a miracle worker for all I learned to cook. I was too devoted to horses and later to The Beatles.
But back to the pecan pies. They were a Thanksgiving and Christmas tradition, and sometimes for dinner on a lucky Sunday, she’d bake a pecan pie. Last week, I found her recipe in a recipe book I more or less inherited. It was tucked between the dog-earred pages and is brown with age (and probably ingredients). I wish I could tell her now that I still can’t bake a good pecan pie, but I’ve learned a lot of about androids, researching my new book Life for Sale, now available on Amazon.
Try your hand at Mrs. Brown’s Southern Pecan Pie. Here’s her hand-written—in faded pencil—recipe.
Southern Pecan Pie
Mix 1 cup sugar with 1 tablespoon of flour
Add 3 unbeaten eggs, 1 cup white Karo syrup
1 teaspoon vanilla, ¼ lb. margarine, mix well.
Do not heat – place pecans in pie crust and pour mixture over pecans
Bake in oven at 375 degrees for 15 minutes, reduce heat to 325 for 45 – 60 minutes (do not overcook)
Simple. Not for a dreamer who escapes into distant worlds. As the t-shirt my aunt bought me says, I live in my own little world…but they like me here. My personal favorite I saw on a bumper sticker, I tried to contain myself, but I escaped.
On the robot scene from South Carolina, Linda Nightingale reporting.
Life For Sale
Mayfair Electronics has created life.
But four of their Special Editions—sentient androids indistinguishable from human—have escaped.
Rebel, Christian Aguillard and his owner, March, are on the run, but they have a bigger problem than his creator's plan to destroy him. They've discovered that one of the renegades has suffered a dangerous malfunction, threatening them with more than just exposure.
Trapped on a cruise ship in the middle of the Atlantic, March and Christian must stop the insane robot before someone else dies. All the evidence points to March being the killer's next victim.
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Linda is a dreamer yet a realist. Her heroes are always otherworldly. She writes across the genres but primarily paranormal romance & dark fantasy.