It's
Cozy Food Friday!
That means it's time to share a recipe from
another great cozy mystery!
This week it's recipe is from
PREMEDITATED PEPPERMINT
by Amanda Flower
Someone’s sweet on revenge . . .
Christmas is Bailey King’s favorite time of year. For her first Yuletide in Harvest, Ohio, the former big-city chocolatier is recreating a cherished holiday treat: peppermint combined with molten white chocolate. But her sugar high plummets when her former boyfriend walks into the candy shop she now runs with her Amish grandmother. New York celebrity chef Eric Sharp and his TV crew have arrived to film an authentic Amish Christmas. Bailey’s not about to let her beloved town—and Swissmen Sweets—be turned into a sound bite. Unfortunately, she gets more publicity than she bargained for when Eric’s executive producer is found strangled to death—and Eric’s the prime suspect.
With Bailey’s sheriff deputy boyfriend out to prove Eric’s guilt, her bad-boy ex tries to sweet-talk her into helping him clear his name . . . and rekindle their romance to boost ratings for his show. Now, between a surplus of suspects and a victim who wasn’t who she seemed, Bailey’s edging dangerously close to a killer who isn’t looking to bring joy to the world—or to Bailey—this deadly Noel . . .
Christmas is Bailey King’s favorite time of year. For her first Yuletide in Harvest, Ohio, the former big-city chocolatier is recreating a cherished holiday treat: peppermint combined with molten white chocolate. But her sugar high plummets when her former boyfriend walks into the candy shop she now runs with her Amish grandmother. New York celebrity chef Eric Sharp and his TV crew have arrived to film an authentic Amish Christmas. Bailey’s not about to let her beloved town—and Swissmen Sweets—be turned into a sound bite. Unfortunately, she gets more publicity than she bargained for when Eric’s executive producer is found strangled to death—and Eric’s the prime suspect.
With Bailey’s sheriff deputy boyfriend out to prove Eric’s guilt, her bad-boy ex tries to sweet-talk her into helping him clear his name . . . and rekindle their romance to boost ratings for his show. Now, between a surplus of suspects and a victim who wasn’t who she seemed, Bailey’s edging dangerously close to a killer who isn’t looking to bring joy to the world—or to Bailey—this deadly Noel . . .
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BAILEY'S PEPPERMINT BARK
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Ingredients
½ pound of bitter dark chocolate, rough chopped
½ pound of semisweet dark chocolate, rough chopped
1 pound of white chocolate, rough chopped
1 teaspoon peppermint extract, or to taste
20 hard peppermint candies, crushed
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Directions
1. Using parchment paper, line a 9 x 13 baking pan.
2. Using a sauce pan of steaming water and a glass bowl, create a double boiler. Don't let the bottom of the bowl touch the water in the pan. Stir both types of dark chocolate together continuously in the glass bowl until the chocolate is completely melted.
3. Pour the melted dark chocolate into the baking pan. Let cool for ten to fifteen minutes.
4. Following the second step, make a second double boiler and melt the white chocolate. As the chocolate melts, add the peppermint extract.
5. Pour the melted white chocolate and extract mixture over the top of the dark chocolate.
6. Using a hammer, crush the peppermint candies. Liberally sprinkle them over the top of the white chocolate while the chocolate is still warm.
7. Stick in the refrigerator to cool for twenty minutes.
8. Remove the peppermint bark and parchment paper from the pan. Cut or break the bark into pieces.
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I make peppermint bark every year for Christmas, but have only used the white chocolate. I'll be adding the dark chocolate this year!
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Please keep reading to check out my
installments of
Book Beginnings on Fridays
and
The Friday 56
Both the BB and 56 are from
PREMEDITATED PEPPERMINT
by Amanda Flower
Book Beginnings on Fridays is a meme hosted by Rose City Reader
Share the first sentence (or so) of the book you are reading.
The Friday 56 is a meme hosted by Freda's Voice
Rules: *Grab a book, any book. *Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader (If you have to improvise, that's okay.) *Find any sentence, (or few, just don't spoil it) that grab you. *Post it.
My Book Beginnings
Peppermint is much more than a Christmastime treat. It has thousands of uses. It has been used to freshen breath, flavor beverages, calm nerves, and even grow hair. But as far as I could tell, it did not have the power to repel ex-boyfriends.
My 56
I wrapped my arms around my waist and steeled myself for the sheriff's approach.
As always, please leave a comment and
Thanks, Lisa. I love peppermint bark! Fabulous Friday, to you.
ReplyDeleteThat Peppermint bark looks yummy!! I am still giggling at that beginning. Sound like a fun read! I added you to the Linky. Happy weekend!
ReplyDeleteThat doesn't look too hard to make. I used to make candy with my mother years ago. I love the title of this book, clever!!
ReplyDeleteI already have this one on my list. Sounds like fun. I went to the grocery store today and didn't buy any junk food or sweets. Now I'm having a huge craving. LOL
ReplyDeleteMy Friday 56 from Holly In Hiding
Since YULE LOG MURDER is three stories by three authors, I decided to leave the first of each story instead of my 56.
ReplyDeleteYULE LOG MURDER by Leslie Meier
“Well, I’ll be,” declared Phyllis Lundquist, waving small slips of paper. Phyllis was the flamboyantly dressed and coiffed receptionist at the Pennysaver newspaper office, and the slip of paper was one of the order forms for classified ads that ran in every issue of the weekly paper that chronicled “Life as it is lived” in the tiny coastal town of Tinker’s Cove, Maine.
DEATH BY YULE LOG by Lee Hollis
As Hayley stood in her kitchen, a glass of red win in one hand, and her cell phone in the other, which was pressed to her ear, she found herself fighting back a flood of tears. She was desperately trying to stay strong and pretend everything was perfectly fid, but she knew deep down in her gut why her son, Dustin, was calling.
LOGGED ON by Barbara Ross
“It looks like a mousse,” my sister, Livvie, said. Charitably.
“It looks like southing a moose left in the woods” her husband, Sonny, correct. “An unhealthy one.”
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