Meet Cozy Author Miranda James!

Fixing to Die (A Southern Ladies Mystery) by [James, Miranda] Digging Up the Dirt (A Southern Ladies Mystery) by [James, Miranda] Dead with the Wind (A Southern Ladies Mystery Book 2) by [James, Miranda]

A Southern Ladies Mystery Books ( There are more)

 

Twelve Angry Librarians (Cat in the Stacks Mystery) by [James, Miranda] Claws for Concern (Cat in the Stacks Mystery) by [James, Miranda] No Cats Allowed (Cat in the Stacks Mystery) by [James, Miranda]

A Cat in the Stacks Mystery Series

Author:

I am a native of Mississippi and recently returned to live in Jackson after spending thirty-three years in Houston, Texas. I have loved mysteries since I discovered Nancy Drew at the age of ten. At twelve or thirteen I wrote a mystery and even submitted it to a publisher — and promptly received a form rejection letter. That dashed my hopes for a writing career for a while, but I went back to writing mysteries while I was in graduate school in Rice. My first published adult mystery was actually the second one I wrote: CRUEL AS THE GRAVE was published in 2000.

Since then I have published twenty additional mysteries, the latest of which is ARSENIC AND OLD BOOKS, the sixth in the Cat in the Stacks series. In my day-to-day life I am a librarian like Charlie (except my specialty is medical libraries) and I have two cats, neither of whom is a Maine Coon. I love reading and writing mysteries and taking care of two spoiled cats (that’s probably redundant–all cats are spoiled because they generally accept no less). I write mysteries to entertain readers and help them relax and get away from the pressures of daily life. That’s why I read them myself.

Pumpkin Spice Tea and The Cemetery Story

 

 

Happy Fall From Harney & Sons

Good Friday Morning Y’all. It is 38 degrees this morning and windy! Windy as in I could be in Nevada if I just stood out there. Which I won’t because it is cold.

I received the Harney & Sons Pumpkin Spice Tea along with the Hot Cinnamon Spice so thought I would give it a go this morning. On opening the tin no one aroma was really strong. It smelled like Rooibos tea with a cinnamon aroma. Close up sniff test was the same.

I checked the ingredient:” Rooibos, natural pumpkin flavoring, cinnamon, clove, and nutmeg. I could smell the rooibos but not any pumpkin. The tea came up a red color and the flavor was more of a Rooibos with cinnamon. I really never tasted any pumpkin or that lovely clove. Harney & Sons Pumpkin Spice Tea I was a bit disappointed with the spices but the tea tasted good. like a lightly spiced rooibos. I also tried it later and added one of my little pumpkin spice mixtures, like the ones in the spice aisle, but I make my own. And that seemed to be better. I can definitely think of quite a few things this would be good with! Anything pumpkin.

Give it a try. Harney & Sons are having a really good sale right now and their shipping is 2 days and it is free!

So what in the world am I doing our of bed so early? 6:45 I woke up and heard very faint strains of classical music coming from somewhere. I checked my house and unless the fairies were having a concert, my house was music free. Went outside, which is how I found out about the cold, and nope, nothing. Now I am sure most people would have just shrugged and moved on with their day, I am not most people.

First I thought, well maybe the rapture came and I’m the only one left and the music will always play now. (Yes, this is how my brain works) then I had some tea and realized that half of my neighborhood would still be here too. As I made the bed the music got louder. So off came all of the covers and there was my phone. Under my pillow playing quietly away. I have a Samsung so I was just happy it hadn’t exploded under my head.

I haven’t seen OU Boy so I’m assuming he’s busy building a ball room sized version of the grand hall of Hogwarts for a party tomorrow night.  At least he’s stopped badgering me to go to some Comic Con this weekend. $80 a ticket to hang with adults who dress up and live for comic books and games most of us stopped playing when we grew the feck up!

Why oh why would someone want to do that? Let’s see:

Me: Why do grown ass people do that?

Him: They like to.

Me: No.

Him: They might meet the love of their life?

Me: Again, No. I can tell you right now no woman wants a grown man-child as a lover. It is just one of the dating questions. Do you live at home? Do you have a job? Do you have a car? Any arrests? Any diseases? Do you dress up and play imaginary games with friends? There should only be 2 Yes answers in there.

Him: We could take the five-year old!

Me: No. I’m sure he would ask the same question. Is it Halloween? Why are the mommies and daddies dressed like Halloween? Because some people can’t hack it in the real world, sweetie. Wanna go to the cemetery?

And that brings me to the cemetery story. It’s no secret that OU Boy’s family owns the largest cemetery I’ve ever seen. And it’s gorgeous. When I run, I go there. Run the paths, have a chat with Great Grandpa Tecumseh, check out the newest models of headstones. I love it. I’ve always spent a lot of time in cemeteries and grave yards. The difference being that graveyards are part of the church yard. Cemeteries are stand alone venues. I had my first kiss on a coffin in the coffin display room. While rushing for a sorority they left us in the graveyard and I just had a seat. So it should come as no surprise that the five-year old is also a lover of cemeteries. I had promised him the other day we would go if we had time before soccer practice and OU Boy almost drove off the road when his little voice piped up on the way to practice with,” Oh, man, we didn’t get to go to the cemetery!”.

OU Boy: You are all weird. That’s unnatural. There is something wrong with you people.

Hey buddy, you read the warning label and were fully aware we were bat shit crazy. But cute.  So where ever you are bud, stay warm and have fun!

xx Patricia    Abnormal? Dude, there is history AND art to be found in cemeteries, it's like a humanities geek's paradise.  Abnormal my great-aunt Eulala! There is history in this place!

Didn’t We Have Fun?! Tuesday Adventures in Pirate Land!

This is the last week of Fall Break for the seven-year old. Yesterday was such a gorgeous day outside. Still shorts weather. Since Tuesdays and Wednesdays are my days off, we decided to have one more summery day.

Armed with extra quantities of Green Ginger Tea, we set out. First to the trusty Redbox to grab a few movies, then to the library to drop off some books. The lunch vote was about to go on forever so Freddy’s Frozen Custard it was. I have no idea if these places are all over the country but it was our first time at this new location.

Freddy’s is all about Retro. I can easily picture Rizzo and all the kids from Grease hanging out here. And since they were decorated for Halloween with that lovely spider webbing strung over each booth the five-year old thought surely they wouldn’t mind if he did a few Spidey moves with it. It is a lively enough place that the kids were entertained by everything.

I had no idea what custard was. My mother said it is when you cook the starter for your ice cream and then churn it until it is as smooth as can be. So I ordered the small pumpkin pie concrete. That’s what they called it. Because you aren’t sucking anything out of there unless you have some super-duper sucking skills. I do not. We all shared it and it was amazing. They actually put a slice of pumpkin pie in with frozen custard and topped it with whipped cream and grated nutmeg.

Even OU Boy who never tries anything new took a bite. His eyes glazed over and he said,” What is custard?” And that’s the last we heard from him as he was guarding his own like a lion with a hyena lunch.

After lunch we decided a trip to the park was needed. Things got interesting at the swings. There was a lovely little girl (8) who was playing with us while her Aunt was on the swing checking her phone. I told her,” Wow you have the shiniest hair I’ve ever seen.” Her: “I know, I just dyed it.”  Now all kinds of thoughts are running in my head. Is she a kidnap victim? Sure didn’t act like it as she could have walked off at any time. Is she in witness protection? If so, she talks way too much. And since I’m trying not to be judgy this week, OU Boy is making me snap a band on  my wrist every time I am, so we left.

After a wash up we popped Spiderman Homecoming in because the five-year old declared I would love it. (Meh). Then Hocus Pocus. By this time the five year old was asleep and the seven-year old was pondering out loud why we are all so tall and skinny in our family. How do you explain genetics to someone that age? OH, and she also does not know who Reese  Witherspoon is and has never seen Legally Blonde. But she has seen IT. We have some catch up to do on her film education.

We had soccer practice where the five-year old had to pee. Right Now. Dude, we are on a soccer field. So to avoid having him labelled a sex offender we didn’t let him pee in the bushes. OU Boy gave him a cup and told him to squat on the truck seat and go. Let’s just say he got distracted and I had to put a towel over my seat on the way home.

That was our day. And it was a good day. Sometimes things can seem so overwhelming and I seriously needed a day of play. And snuggling on the sofa with a little boy all tuckered out from fun, all is right with the world.

xx Patricia

 

 

 

Family Favorite Casserole Recipes by Addie Gundry

Family Favorite Casserole Recipes: 103 Comforting Breakfast Casseroles, Dinner Ideas, and Desserts Everyone Will Love by [Gundry, Addie]

The first in the RecipeLion series, presenting 103 easy recipes for accessible casseroles that are ideal for entertaining, everyday dinners, and even breakfast and desserts.

From Cinnamon Roll Casserole to John Wayne Cowboy Casserole, the 103 casserole dishes in this cookbook are simple and stress-free, but each is packed with flavor, making them your go-to family favorites to whip up any day of the week. In 103 Family Favorite Casserole Recipes, Addie Gundry shows that a dish doesn’t have to be complicated to be creative. You don’t need multiple pots and pans to find flavor. And with the proper tools, tips and techniques, anyone can cook memorable meals. She teaches you how to whip up everything from Potato Chip and Chicken Casserole to Strawberry Icebox Casserole to Skinny Cheeseburger Casserole. A casserole is something to be shared—something warm, rich, and worthy of a gathering on its own. Every recipe is paired with a beautiful finished dish photograph that will make readers jump at the idea of casserole night.

Nothing says home to me like a casserole. In the South we call them casseroles and in the North my Grandma called them hotdishes. What ever you call them in your house they are delicious!

When you need to bring a dish, casseroles are the go to staple. Someone sick? Or passed away? Get out the casserole dish. These are comfort foods. Meant to hug your tummy with warmth and memories.

There are so many in this book and they all look yummy!

Drinkin’ From My Saucer

Tea fun

Drinkin’ from My Saucer
I’ve never made a fortune
And it’s prob’ly too late now;
But I don’t worry ’bout that much,
I’m happy anyhow!

And as I go along life’s way
Reapin’ better than I sowed.
I’m drinkin’ from my saucer,
‘Cause my cup has overflowed!

Haven’t got a lot of riches,
And sometimes the going’s tough;
But I’ve got loving ones around me,
And that makes me rich enough!

I thank God for His blessings
And the mercies He’s bestowed.
I’m drinkin’ from my saucer,
‘Cause my cup has overflowed! * Jimmy Dean*

I’m at a Tea Class today so I hope you enjoy this as much as I did!

 

A Tale of Two Tents…and a Duck

It is the weekend. Sunday to be exact and I am getting prepared for our camping trip. This is our spot on the lake. I can sit and watch the kids from the sailing school try their hand at their own little boat. I miss those times.

As for campers, we are not the primitive type of camper. That would be my son, Mike, who can exist with just a hammock and fishing pole for days. We take our own air conditioner. And a really long extension cord. I’m quite sure I’m the only camper with all white bedding and 800 thread count sheets.

This time we’re taking the kids. 4 and 6. They are born campers and hikers. Only like me the 4-year-old is not going in any lake water. So we have a solution. You just bring your own small pool, and fill it with fresh water at the campsite. Ta Da, as Corbin would say!

Everything is packed and ready. And today I’m going to be making cupcakes. A Lemon Lust one and a ChocoCherry one. They are our favorites and make a great breakfast with some tea or coffee or Almond Milk.  The only cooking we do on site is hotdogs and marshmallows.  If you go on Pinterest you can find a million camping hacks, but seriously I’m not pre-cooking crap. A loaf of sourdough bread, some PB&J, chips, cupcakes and what more could you need? We’re a non-eating group except for OU Boy and he’ll drive to the marina and get a meat pie or something equally gross.

Wish us luck and I’ll see you when I return! Update 20170625_113254

xx Patricia

My Inner Child is a Pig…No, Seriously!

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Having a good Saturday? I’m not sure Mother Nature has decided exactly what she is doing today. The sun peeked out around 8 this morning and then quickly slipped back under the ominous looking clouds.

Since it is Saturday and I’m feeling horribly guilty and ashamed, I thought we could have confession right here. Here it is. Last night I ate a half pint of Salted Caramel Gelato. It was like I had no power over this stuff. It was pure magic in my mouth but the entire time my stomach was yelling at me. What the hell is wrong with you?  I would have bathed in that stuff it was so good. Gluttony, you won. The lady from Game of Thrones was waiting at the kitchen door this morning just chanting away…Shame, Shame, Shame….whatever you old crone, my mouth was having an orgasmic experience and it was worth it.

I also called it dinner. At least it wasn’t cereal. I watched The F word with Gordon Ramsey last night and Snoop Dog was on. When asked what is your go to meal when it’s late and you are tired after a show? Answer: Cereal.  Stoners know. It’s always cereal.

Pamper your inner child once in a while. It’s not going to kill you.

xx Patricia