Welcome back to Adams Grove…where more than the barbecue is sizzling.
In the latest book in the Adams Grove series, Barbecue and Bad News, advice columnist Savannah Dey could use some guidance of her own, especially when it comes to the feelings stirred up by the handsome sheriff of Adams Grove…and the secrets of her tragic past.
And although the handsome sheriff knows from experience that city girls are a recipe for disaster, he can’t get the gal he pulled over for speeding off of his mind.
Scott’s barbecuing, Savannah’s got the bad news and together let’s hope they get their just desserts…and by that I, of course, mean their happy ever after ;)
Me? I’m going for a warm gooey fruit crumble with homemade vanilla bean ice cream on top. Never made one? So quick and easy.
What you’ll need:
Fruit of your choice to fill the bottom of your casserole dish.
A little corn starch if you’re using a wet fruit like berries.
For the crumble topping:
1 cup (5 ounces) all-purpose flour
1/2 cup (4 ounces) brown sugar
½ cup quick oats (or grab a pack of instant oatmeal from the cupboard)
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon or allspice
1/4 teaspoon salt
8 tablespoons softened butter
1. Slice up your fruit right into a pie plate. If you’ve chosen a wet fruit, add just a little corn starch to help thicken the juices, and give it a quick stir to coat.
2. In a separate bowl, mix all of your dry ingredients for the crumble. Then, grab a stick of butter, or the fake stuff if you must, and slice into a few large hunks and work the butter into the dry ingredients until large heavy crumbs are formed.
3. Spread the crumble topping evenly over the fruit.
4. Bake for 30-35 minutes at 375 until the fruit juices are bubbling around the edges of the pan and the topping is firm to the touch.
5. Top with ice cream and enjoy!
Now snuggle up for a quick sneak peek at Barbecue and Bad News when Savannah and Scott first meet.
Hugs and happy reading~
She couldn’t pull her gaze from that side mirror as the officer walked away. Nice walk. Athletic types with light blond coloring usually turned her head, but there was something about this brown-haired guy in a uniform that held her attention.
An insistent little boing came from the dashboard. low fuel flashed on the display.
Why had she thought things would work out okay today?
At this rate she’d never make it to Belles Corner.
If only that were true. She wasn’t even halfway there yet, and the trip was making her more anxious by the mile. As if having to attend her ex-husband’s wedding wasn’t already bad enough.
The thought of that made her feel a little sick. Or maybe it was just the ticket. Or maybe the ticket she was getting ready to get was a sign of more trouble to come. It was bad news no matter how you looked at it.
Regrets. She had plenty, and now agreeing to make the hometown visit was inching toward the top of the list.
Think positive. Don’t put any negativity out into the universe and the universe won’t serve any up.
Evelyn was always preaching that to her.
The officer tapped on the top of her car with the back of his hand. “Thank you, Ms. Dey. Do you know why I stopped you?” He barely gave her a glance as he handed back her license and registration.
“Only seven over,” she said apologetically.
He lifted a brow. “Well, then you do know.”
“Don’t we get five or ten . . . like an unspoken rule or something?” She giggled, but even that didn’t raise a smile from the man wearing the badge.
“Uh, no. The sign says speed limit. That means the limit. At least around here.”
“Speed trap,” she mumbled.
“The speed limit is strictly enforced. The limit is clearly marked on the signs. It’s for your own safety, and for that of others traveling the highway.”
Blah, blah, blah. She sucked in a breath to keep any more smarty-pants remarks from escaping her lips, but she still straightened in the leather seat, feeling ready to argue.
That seldom worked out in situations like this. She swallowed back the sarcasm and gave in. “Look. I’m having an awful day. I’m late. I’m headed to Carolina to watch my ex-husband get remarried, because I don’t have a choice. He’s marrying my cousin. Younger cousin. Much younger cousin, and my whole family thinks I need to be there to show my support. It sucks, and I don’t want to do it. But here I am doing the right thing. And now this. And look. Look at that.” She stabbed a finger toward the dash. “I’m running out of gas. Literally and figuratively, as we speak.” She closed her eyes to keep the tears of frustration from escaping. “I know you don’t care. But it’s a bad day.”
“Your ex is marrying your cousin?” The officer tucked his book under his arm and crossed his arms. A smile spread across his face, showing a row of perfectly white teeth, forcing tiny wrinkles—like rays of sunshine—from the corners of his eyes. “You really are having a bad day.”
“Yes. Yes. I’m aware of that.” She forced herself to look him in the eye. He looked
amused. Heck, they probably married cousins around here. And was that a smirk? She’d probably just offended him. Great. “She’s not a real cousin. A stepcousin by marriage. And why am I even telling you all of this? I’m sorry. Just give me the ticket. I earned it.”
“I guess when I mention your back tire looks low, it’s not going to make your day any better.”
“Please tell me you’re kidding.”
He tugged on his hat. “I never kid about safety, ma’am.”