by Anna Kathryn Lanier
This wasn’t
called Grandma Scott’s Pumpkin Bread until I put it in my short story THE
PRICELESS GIFT. Before that, it was just plain Pumpkin Bread. The recipe was given
to me by my friend Jill Masters more than 25 years ago. I didn’t actually make
the recipe for 5 or 6 years, but now, I make it every holiday season. I love
the smell of the bread as it cooks; the scent of the spices fill the
house. The bread is wonderful warm or
cold, but with lots of butter. And what makes it even better….if you use the
one-pound bread pans, you get SIX breads with one batch….great for friends, neighbors
and teachers. My girls’ teachers started
getting the bread when my oldest was in middle school. They weren’t so sure
about slogging them to school, especially when they were in High School, but I made
them take the bread anyway. I know that
the teachers in the upper grades don’t get gifts the way elementary school
teachers do. And when I went to college
a few years back, well, my professors got the bread, too. No, I don’t think it helped my grades, lol. Oh, do you remember when they told us a couple
of years ago there was going to be a canned pumpkin shortage because of all the
rain that ruined the pumpkin crops? Well,
I went out and horded cans of pumpkin, but I never noticed a shortage, did you?
Before we
move onto the recipe and an excerpt from THE PRICELESS GIFT, I just want to
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Grandma Scott’s Pumpkin Bread
Ingredients
3 C sugar 1 C oil
4 eggs, beaten
2 C cooked pumpkin (16-oz can)
3 ½ C flour
1 tsp baking powder
2 tsp salt
2 tsp baking soda
½ tsp ground cloves
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1 tsp ground nutmeg
1 tsp ground allspice
¾ C water
1-1 ½ C chopped nuts
Directions
1) Combine sugar, oil and eggs until light and fluffy. Stir in pumpkin.
2) In another bowl, combine dry ingredients. Stir into pumpkin mixture.
3) Add water and nuts.
4) Spoon batter into well greased and floured pans (2-3, depending on size*).
5) Bake at 350º for 60-70 minutes.
*If making 1 pound loaves, use 6 loaf pans.
By Anna Kathryn Lanier
Blurb:
The
last thing Christina Scott expects Santa to bring her is a sexy—and very
familiar—cowboy. Gavin Holloway’s just as shocked to discover she’s the woman
he’s sent to pick up from the airport for a Christmas visit with her
brother. They'd spent one hot week together months ago—a week where they
both left their identities and individual problems behind. Neither ever
expected a reunion.
Little
do they know, Santa's elf has more than coal up his sleeve. Ho ho ho and a
badgering we'll go before reindeer two-step on their rooftop and
deliver THE PRICELESS GIFT that will leave their snowy days sizzling.Unedited excerpt.
After they hung up, Christina took a relaxing shower. Just as she slipped into a pair of Jacob’s sweatpants someone pounded on the front door. Only one person would disturb her peace in such a manner. She slipped into the matching overlarge sweatshirt, wrapped a towel around her wet hair and went downstairs.
The
pounding didn’t stop until she opened the door. Gavin stood huffing and puffing
on the porch.
“Where
the hell have you been? I’ve been calling for the past fifteen minutes.” He
pushed past her and amped
into the great room. She shut the door and followed.
“I was taking a shower. So sorry I didn’t get your permission first.”
He whirled on her and his dark eyes grazed over her body. She stood transfixed, remembering, as she was sure he was, the several showers they’d taken together while on the cruise.
She
hugged her arms around herself. “Did you want something?”
“Jacob
called and said the roads were too bad for him to make it in tonight. I wanted
to make sure you were all right and knew where the emergency supplies were.” He
slipped out of his coat and tossed it on a nearby chair.
“Jacob
said the generator was outside.”
“Yeah,
it is. I’ll come over and start it if you need it. But if the electricity goes
out, it’s best just to hunker down in front of the fireplace.”
His
aftershave triggered memories of sensual nights, while his jeans hugged his
hips and legs like a second skin. Naked images of him caused desire to whip
through her only to pool low in her belly.
He
went to the den and opened a closet. “Jacob keeps the supplies in here.”
She
stood in the doorway and nodded. She had no desire to get within touching
distance. If she did, she just might do something really stupid, like kiss him.
His
handsome face rose and he sniffed. “What smells so good?”
You.
She shook off the arousing thoughts.
“I
baked. It’s a family tradition.” She started for the kitchen. “I made plenty.
You can take some home.” Leave and stop being a temptation.
He
fell into step behind her. When she reached for the plastic bags, his hand
gripped her arm and whipped her around. Before she could react, his lips were
hot and demanding on her own. She opened her mouth, eager to taste what she
knew so well.
The
towel fell to the floor and her wet hair tumbled to her shoulders. His hands
slipped around her waist, pulling her close. Fire shot through her as a
whirlwind of emotions engulfed her—desire, need, love and a bit of fear of the
known—and unknown.
His
fingers slid under the sweatshirt, brushing her bare skin, sending shivers of
delight up her spine. He deepened the kiss with a sensual glide of his tongue.
Yes. Oh, God, yes. She needed this as much now as she had six months ago. She molded her body against his, feeling every rock hard inch from breast to thigh. She heard a moan, but wasn’t sure if it was hers or his.
He
broke the kiss to feather his lips down her neck and lick the skin behind her
ear. Her whole body shivered. He cupped her bottom, holding her against his length.
“Oh,
Paul,” she whispered.
He
stiffened and withdrew a few inches. Passionate brown eyes smoldered, but he
placed his hands on her shoulder and stepped away. His fingers flexed, then dropped
away. She reached out, but let her hand fall before touching him.
Desire
and regret battle in his eyes. “That wasn’t a good idea,” he said.
No,
it wasn’t. This is Gavin, not Paul. This wasn’t the man she’d
fallen in love with, the man who’d been missing for the past two days except
for a few glimpses.
Would
he ever let Paul loose again?
She
reached down and picked the towel off the floor.
She
still didn’t know what Jacob had in mind when he’d sent her on the cruise with
his landlord. It’d be no use questioning Gavin, she wanted answers from Jacob. And
it wasn’t just about the cruise—Jacob had recently gotten her involved with
Gavin Holloway and his business. Gavin didn’t seem the least aware of Jacob’s plan
and she wasn’t about to enlighten him, not when he already seemed to distrust
her.
Christina
squeezed the towel. There was nothing she could do about it until Jacob got
home—then she’d damn well get her answers so she could figure out the puzzle that
was both Gavin and her Paul.
“Let
me get you some of these baked goods, Paul.”
She turned to the task.
He
stepped to the far side of the kitchen. “People around here call me Gavin.”
She
nodded. Guess it’s time to put their intimate week together on a high shelf
to be forgotten.
“And
I go by Christina.” She placed a loaf of pumpkin bread in a bag, then gave him
samples of the fudge and cookies. She put the items on the counter and leaned against
the oven.
He
pushed away from the counter and cleared his throat. “I’ll be leaving then. If
you need anything, call.”
“Sure.”
Yeah, like that’s going to happen. A girl can only take so much rejection.
His
brown eyes stared intently, as if looking for something. She stared back,
defiance replacing the desire of a few minutes before. His lips thinned and he
stalked to the counter to swipe up the plastic bags of goodies. She kept pace
with him to the front door but froze a moment when his gaze locked on her lips.
He let out a deep breath, then left without another word.
She
lifted a hand to her lips, still tingling from his kiss. Tears blurred her
vision. Why couldn’t love be easy?
6 comments:
Hi,
I've never had pumpkin bread, but I have had pumpkin scones. They were delicious.
THE PRICELESS GIFT looks fabulous.
marypres(AT)gmail(DOT)com
Pumpkin bread sounds truly delicious but I'll just have to imagine it for another year as we don't seem to get fresh pumpkin over here (UK) apart from just before Halloween and I've never seen it in tins.
Loved your excerpt. Sounds like a great story.
Lyn (ManicScribbler)
I make fruitcakes from my mother-in-law's recipe and we mail them or hand them to people who've been kind to us during the year. One of our former neighbors cried when we moved because he thought he would never get another fruitcake. I've mailed him one for the 26th year this Christmas. It makes the world right for us to do this.
Hi everyone! So glad you all stopped by. I've busy all day and just now getting a chance to visit the blog. My husband would have rather'd I'd stayed home, as I was Christmas shopping and spending money, which I didn't need to do, since I have more than enough presents for the grandkids, but the deals were so good I couldn't pass them up!
Anyway, Mary, you should try this recipe, is it really good! My youngest daughter loves it!
ManicScribbler, so sorry you don't have pumpkin in tins....I'd never make this if I had to cook down my pumpkin, but you can do this with fresh pumpkin, it's how Jill made the bread. I'm not that domesticated! LOL
Paisley, how sweet. I need to start making mine for the friends and family. Oh, while I was shopping today, I snapped up some bread pans that will be great for gift giving with bread in it, of course.
Pumpkin bread is one of my favorite breads but if I'm eating pumpkin, I would love to have a pumpkin roll! Can't go wrong with either of those two things.
Wonderful post.
Love pumpkin bread. I've only made it from a box, not from scratch. I'll have to try it this way.
Your book sounds great.
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