Food is a love language in my family. My folks didn’t have much growing up, but grandma always made sure they were fed. Heck, she used to send food to her deceased husband’s family, even after half of them cut her off when granddad passed away. I’m descended from a woman who realised that we all need to eat, we all struggle—we all need to love one another.
My partner’s family also treats food as an expression of love. Maybe that’s why we’re compatible. As you read this post, we’ll be baking a cake from a book his grandfather gave us. It’s a proper old-timey housewifey cookbook that’s seen a lot of action. If I hold it close enough to my face, I can smell the butter, sugar, flour and eggs from another place, another time.
This is a recipe for Ginger Fruit Cake, which we’ll be making for my parents this Christmas. It’s not straight out of ye olde cookbook as we adapted it to what’s in our kitchen (and the metric system), but all the same, it’s a fantastic dish with a wonderful flavour. I hope you like it too.
Based on “Ginger Fruit Cake” from Whitworth’s Spice of Life Cookery Book (1950).
Ginger Fruit Cake
8oz / 200g self-raising flour
½ teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon ground ginger
½ teaspoon ground cinnamon
3oz / 85g butter (original asks for fat)
3oz / 75g sugar
1 tablespoon molasses (original asks for black treacle)
¾ cup full-fat Greek yoghurt (original asks for sour milk)
¼ teaspoon bicarbonate of soda
1 cup of sultanas/raisins
It Starts with a Kiss
Science Fiction ~ Erotica
Celeste is a talented engineer who doesn’t realize her job’s going nowhere fast. She’s a little naïve. She’ll cut code and solder cables forever as long as Owen’s around. Owen, on the other hand, knows exactly how badly things suck—he just doesn’t care. Sure, his skills aren’t what they used to be, but they’re still better than what Halcyon Aries deserves.
Then it happens. The company’s toxic management team finally cross the line. As both techies race to upgrade the station and to free the team from their oppressive contracts, they come to learn that life—and love—can only ever be what you make it.
Strap in for a steamy office romance in space, because sometimes It Starts With a Kiss!
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JL Peridot likes stories with a little danger, and only realised in her 30s that falling in love may be the most dangerous thing we do. She performs the duties of a writer from her home in sunny Australia, where she writes erotic romance and sometimes just erotica.