Super Easy Fruit Cobbler

I’m sorry this post is a couple of days late, but I’ve been sick and just haven’t wanted to do anything more than I absolutely had to. Lol

I don’t know about you, but I love cobbler. Especially blackberry or apple cobbler. I also love this recipe because it gives me my cobbler without a lot of work. Don’t get me wrong, I love to bake. I just never seem to have the time to do much of it.

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Start by melting 1 stick of butter and pouring it into a baking pan. I use the standard cake pan, but you can divide it between two square pans, if you want to make two different kinds.

In a bowl, stir together 1 cup flour, 1 cup sugar, and 1 cup milk. Add 1 tsp baking powder, and a little bit of salt. Once it’s all mixed up, pour it into the pan on top of the butter.

Now comes the fun part. Dump 3 or 4 cups of sweetened fruit, whatever kind you like, evenly over the top of the batter without stirring it in. If I’m doing apple cobbler, I like to throw some oatmeal and brown sugar on top of the apples.

Bake for about an hour at 350 degrees. Top with ice cream or whipped cream. I like it warm, but it’s also good right out of the fridge.

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Thank you so much for stopping by today. I hope you enjoy this recipe as much as we do. I will be back on Sunday with another peek into the Drill series.

Books

Shadow of the Drill
Born of Circumstance, Bred for Revenge.
https://t.co/QzD2ODjvKk

A Perilous Thirst
A different kind of vampire story.
http://goo.gl/4HSpxu

One Dyke Cozy
“HAVE A NICE DAY”
Mr. Happy
goo.gl/QTS6Xq

Contact Info

Email: rhanidchae@gmail.com

Twitter: @rhanidchae @rhanidchaaebooks

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#WinterIsComing – Charlene

If you’ve read Shadow of the Drill, you’re familiar with the character of Charlene. Decker’s long suffering lover, her loyalty is unwavering, and there’s nothing she won’t do for her man.

Aside from being the resident fixer-upper, she rarely gets involved in Decker’s work. This is by her choice as much as his.

But, things change in Winter of the Drill. Once Duncan Malone learns of her closeness to Rudy Valdez, he decides to use her to force Rudy to sign over ownership of the Toybox. After arranging her kidnapping, he has her taken to one of his “adult entertainment” studios, turns on the cameras and starts filming.

You may wonder why I didn’t have Decker find Charlene before the camera started rolling. I think it’s because, in reality, the girl usually doesn’t get rescued before something unpleasant happens. This is one of those times.

Charlene is a strong woman, both physically and emotionally, and it’s her emotional strength that is on display in the following excerpt.

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Charlene glared at the man who stood at the foot of the bed, her expression one of disgust. She had been beaten, abused, and humiliated in front of the camera for longer than she wanted to think about, and she was in no mood to deal with the idiot in the Armani jeans who fiddled with the camera and avoided eye contact.

Then, a tilt of his head of his head triggered a memory, and recognition dawned.

” I know you,” she informed him in an icy tone of voice. ” I’ve seen you at the club. Rum & Coke, and champagne splits for the girls.”

She paused, searching her memory. “Jack. You go by Jack, but that’s not your name.”

“What?” He was clearly startled.

“Oh please.” Her disdain was unmistakable. “Give me a little credit. Life can be educational if you let it, and in my time or two around the block, I’ve learned to spot a phony. And I don’t mean IDs.”

Jax shifted his weight uncomfortably, caught off guard by her perceptiveness.

“Look…” he began, but Charlene was just getting started.

“So, you work for Malone. How stupid are you? He’s a killer, and if you work for him you must be okay with that. Hell, you’re probably a killer too.”

Something in his face changed, and her eyes widened. ” you are, aren’t you? That’s what you do for him. You’re a killer.”

Jax gave his head an emphatic shake. “No, it’s not like that.” He wanted her to understand that he was not like Malone, though he did not know why it mattered.

” I handle some of his business, that’s all. I find information for him. I run interference between him and…well, everyone. I schedule his crews when he needs something done. And okay, sometimes the business that I handle is a little rough, but I’m no killer!”

She studied his face, paying particular attention to his eyes. “So, did any of that rough business involve Rudy’s car?”

To respond would be to admit what was, at that point, his greatest shame, so he said nothing. Charlene, however, was not done talking.

“I’m sure Malone’s kept you busy, so let me jog your memory. Think BMW, a rainy night, and River Road. Oh, and three screaming women who’d done absolutely nothing to you.”

Her voice hardened, the memory of that night still much too fresh. “Ring any bells?”

He shrugged, averting his eyes again while shifting the paper that he held to his other hand. “Not really. Okay, here’s the deal. Malone took you to prove a point, and he plans to prove it. What they’ve done to you so far is just the beginning. But the good news is, you’ll walk out when it’s done. He doesn’t want you dead, he just wants your friend to cooperate.”

His voice took on a note of profound sadness that Charlene immediately understood. “And I want it too.”

“You’re not on board with this, are you?” A slight glimmer of hope touched her eyes. “I’m not saying you’re a nice guy, cuz you’re not. But you didn’t sign up for where he’s taking this.”

She paused, hearing agreement in his silence. “I’m sure the plan is to send Rudy the film, and hope he’ll do whatever Malone wants to get me back, but that’s not gonna happen.”

“Of course it will.” Jax could not hide his surprise. “If he’s even half the friend I think he is, he won’t wait a minute longer than he has to. No, he’ll jump as soon as he gets the disc. He’d never leave you here, knowing what’s going on.”

“Oh, you’re right about that,” Charlene agreed. “But it’s not gonna go like you think it’s gonna go. He’s not gonna grab a notary by the hand and trot down to the club to wait for your boss, so he can sign his life away.”

She laughed, finding the thought of Rudy kneeling to Duncan Malone hilarious. “I’m gonna give you some advice, and if I was you, I’d pay very close attention.”

Curious, he moved closer. “I’m listening.”

“Rudy doesn’t bow to anyone, and that’s a fact. He’s probably already looking for me and he’ll find us sooner or later. Most likely sooner.”

She paused, accurately reading his expression. “You’re thinking, ‘he’s one man, what can he do?’ But you’re wrong. He won’t come alone. He’ll bring friends, and by the time they’re done, this place’ll be knee-deep in blood. So you can stay and die with whoever’s on-site when Rudy gets here, or you can go now and save yourself a lot of pain later.”

Jax swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. The memory of his encounter with the cowboy was still vivid, and if that was the kind of friends Valdez would be bringing, he knew that he most definitely did not want to be around when they arrived.

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I’m so glad you decided to stop by today for Charlene’s moment in the spotlight. I hope to be back on Wednesday with a super easy cobbler recipe that I happened upon. I hope you had a great weekend, and I also hope that Monday is kind. 😀

Books

Shadow of the Drill
Born of Circumstance, Bred for Revenge.
https://t.co/QzD2ODjvKk

A Perilous Thirst
A different kind of vampire story.
http://goo.gl/4HSpxu

One Dyke Cozy
“HAVE A NICE DAY”
Mr. Happy
goo.gl/QTS6Xq

Contact Info

Email: rhanidchae@gmail.com

Twitter: @rhanidchae @rhanidchaaebooks

Facebook: https://m.facebook.com/rhanidchaeauthor/

Crockpot parmesan chicken

We really like chicken. So I like being able to post easy chicken recipes that also taste good. And if stuff can just get tossed in a Crock-Pot, that’s even better. 😁

For this recipe, you will need:

3-4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts.

2 sticks of butter or margarine

Parmesan cheese – the original recipe said one cup, but we like cheese so I generally use more. I’ve also been known to mix in some ricotta, from time to time.

1 cp of mayonnaise

1 tsp each of whatever seasonings you want to add. (Salt, basil, pepper,ect)

You can also throw in a few finely chopped garlic cloves. We aren’t really garlic people, so I tend to omit oh meant this step.

Put the chicken in the Crock-Pot, and cook on high for 3 hours, or low for 6 hours.

When you’ve reached the end of whatever time you are cooking at, drain the liquid from the pot.

Combine the rest of the ingredients in a separate bowl and mix it all together. Pour it over the chicken, put the lid back on, and cook it for another half hour or so.

This is a great recipe, and one of our favorites. If you try it, I would love to hear how it works for you.

Thanks for stopping by today. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate each and everyone of you. 😀 Hopefully, I’ll be back on Sunday with something new from my upcoming novel, Winter of the Drill.

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Books

Shadow of the Drill
Born of Circumstance, Bred for Revenge.
https://t.co/QzD2ODjvKk

A Perilous Thirst
A different kind of vampire story.
http://goo.gl/4HSpxu

One Dyke Cozy
“HAVE A NICE DAY”
Mr. Happy
goo.gl/QTS6Xq

Contact Info

Email: rhanidchae@gmail.com

Twitter: @rhanidchae @rhanidchaaebooks

Drillbooks – A minute with Davis

If you read Shadow of the Drill, then you are familiar with the character of Davis. Decker’s investigator, he collects information, follows leads to ensure that they are valid, and keeps his ear to the streets. He prefers to keep his hands clean, so he does not usually participate in the more violent aspects of Decker’s work.

However, he has reason to rethink this when Decker’s most recent nemesis, Duncan Malone, strikes a little too close to home.

The following is an excerpt from my upcoming novel, Winter of the Drill. I hope you enjoy it.

Davis’ eyes clouded as he replayed the scene in his mind. The two dancers, huddled together and sobbing hysterically. The car, nose down and slowly settling in the muddy water. And Rudy, frantically diving again and again, surfacing just long enough to grab a quick breath before going back down to rescue a girl who was surely past any help that he could give. He had no light, and a crunched door that would not open hampered his efforts, but he continued to try.

Holding his chin above the murky water, Davis had paddled out to the submerged vehicle, catching Rudy by the arm and trying to bring him back to shore. The stronger swimmer, Rudy had pulled away and gone back to the car, clutching a large rock that he had been using to pound the window glass.

Davis remained where he was, knowing that the younger man was tiring and would probably need his help when he came up for air.

You did your best, he thought with a melancholy sigh. She’s in God’s hands, now.

It was not long before Rudy broke the surface, gasping as he filled his lungs for another journey downward.

“That’s enough,” Davis muttered. Rudy had done all that he could possibly do, and he was going to have to accept it. To continue on would risk his own safety, and Davis would not allow that.

“Let go!” Rudy ordered when Davis grabbed a wrist and reeled him in. He beat at a soggy sleeve with his free hand, but Davis held firm, refusing to release him until he had half-carried, half-dragged his struggling burden up onto the roadside.

“Listen to me!” He shouted the words, grabbing Rudy’s other wrist. “It’s done, do you hear me? It’s done!”

Blood dripped onto his hand, and he shook his head sadly when he saw how the rock had ripped into Rudy’s fingers and palm. Rudy raised his head, his haunted eyes staring back at the pond. Davis pulled him close, holding him while he sobbed in heart-rending agony.

Malone, Davis thought. It had to be Malone. Of course, knowing and proving were two very different things, but that was where Decker’s inner circle came in. They would find the truth and handle things accordingly. But this time,Davis decided, they would have some extra help when the crap hit the fan.

The thought brought with it a momentary chill, for with very few exceptions, the fastidious investigator avoided that part of Decker’s business. But, as he knelt in the dirt with his arms around the man who was the closest he had to a friend, he decided that this time he would not stay away. This time would be different. This time, it was personal.

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Thanks so much for stopping by on this beautiful Sunday, and taking a look into Winter of the Drill. Please leave a comment and tell me what you think. 😀

I plan to be back on Wednesday, with another great recipe for you to try.

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Books

Shadow of the Drill
Born of Circumstance, Bred for Revenge.
https://t.co/QzD2ODjvKk

A Perilous Thirst
A different kind of vampire story.
http://goo.gl/4HSpxu

One Dyke Cozy
“HAVE A NICE DAY”
Mr. Happy
goo.gl/QTS6Xq

Contact Info

Email: rhanidchae@gmail.com

Twitter: @rhanidchae @rhanidchaaebooks

Facebook: https://m.facebook.com/rhanidchaeauthor/

#WinterIsComing – Meet Jax Weston

In a previous post, I introduced you to Duncan Malone, who will quickly soar to the top of Decker’s to-do list in the upcoming Winter of the Drill.

Malone has set his sights on the Toybox, which is the strip club co-owned by Decker and his business partner, Rudy Valdez. And he’ll do whatever it takes to get it.

Jax Weston is Malone’s right-hand man, and oversees most of Malone’s dirty work. However, the ruthless things that Malone plans to do to force Rudy’s hand go far beyond his comfort level.

In this excerpt, Jax has taken a break in a quiet bar to think about things, and has a conversation that shakes him up quite a bit.

I hope you enjoy this look at Jax Weston.

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Jax Westen nodded to the bartender, gazing morosely at his empty glass until it was replaced with a full one. He wondered if the glass was clean, given the seediness of the establishment, but then decided that it really made no difference. He had stopped by Louie’s Pub & Grub because he needed to think about his current situation in a place where Malone could not find him, and he wanted to be less than sober while he did it.

A cockroach scurried busily across the bar not far from his hand, and he watched it with disgusted fascination. The bartender, a gray haired man with tattooed arms who had introduced himself as Tinker, followed his gaze, sweeping the roach onto the floor with a quick flick of his towel.

Tinker grinned, showing yellowed teeth beneath his untrimmed moustache. “I haven’t seen you in here before. We usually get the boys from the docks, and a few wayward truckers looking for action on the strip. You don’t fit either category so I guess you’re part of our third group.”

Jax looked up, curious in spite of himself. “What group is that?”

Tinker chuckled, his eyes reading Jax’s with the insight gained from thirty years of watching people come and go through assorted tavern doors.

“Trouble,” he said simply. “You’re trouble. But somehow…I think you’re mostly trouble for yourself. And no amount of booze is gonna change that.”

Jax stared back, his interest rapidly giving way to irritation. “You don’t know me.” His voice took on an unpleasant edge that Tinker did not seem to notice. “You don’t know anything about me. So what gives you the right to judge me?”

Tinker studied his face for a moment, then shook his head with jaded recognition. “I ain’t judgin’ you, boy. Hell, I was you, back in the day. I lived your life ’til I wised up and got the f out. So I don’t have to know you to know you.”

Jax picked up his glass and scowled at the liquid inside, disliking the man intensely. He had come for a few drinks, not a lecture, and he deeply resented the bartender’s intrusion into his personal space.

But the silence that followed Tinker’s last sentence soared quickly from uncomfortable to unpleasant, hovering there until Jax’s already frayed nerves could take it no more.

“Okay,” he snapped crossly. “You know me so well, tell me why I’m trouble.”

Tinker shrugged, his expression saying that he was only stating the obvious. “You’ve got a good build, and the scars on your hands tell me you didn’t put in the gym time just to get girls. But your face is clean. Your nose was never broken, and you’ve never had a cut deeper than a surface scratch. This tells me that you don’t fight anyone who’s in a position to fight back. So…you’re not a boxer, a cager, or any other kind of ring fighter. And you’re not a guy who fights just for fun ‘cuz if you were, you’d have the scars. That leaves hired muscle for one of the shitbirds that think they own the streets around here.”

He shrugged again, eyeing Jax appraisingly. “You’re dressed nice so whoever pays you has some green behind him. That leaves out Deaf Tony, Carl Dawes, Len Morgan, or the Mason twins. It also leaves out the popcorn pimps like Dark Daddy, King, and Ricky Roy. So…process of elimination tells me you answer to one of the big guns like Duncan Malone or Dane Kinney. Maybe even the Drill, though I’d be surprised if you did. He treats his people pretty damn good, but you look like you’re hatin’ life and everyone in it. It’s usually girl trouble what drives a man to drink, but I see somethin’ in you that goes way deeper than that.”

He paused to pull out a battered comb and make a quick pass through his thinning hair. “Boy, if you’re tied up with Kinney I’d say be careful and leave it at that. But if you’re one of Malone’s dogs then all I can say is watch your back and sleep with your eyes open. ‘Cuz life with Malone means you’ll always have to be choosin’ between what he tells you to do and what you’re willin’ to do. And no matter how you play it, sooner or later you’ll choose wrong and, then I’ll see your blood on the sidewalk right next to Milo VanDiepen’s.”

The mention of the notorious enforcer who had died in a hail of bullets, not far from the bar in which he sat, brought a frown to Jax’s face. A frown that did not go unnoticed by the man who had read him with such disturbing accuracy.

“You’re still young, boy,” Tinker continued. “Watch your step, and you might live to get old.” He paused, giving the bar an unnecessary swipe with his towel

“Don’t mind me,” he continued. “Sometimes I talk too much for m’own good. Seems whenever I see a younger version of me, I feel the need to impart a little sage wisdom. But I don’t mean nothin’ by it.”

A disarming grin followed the words, and then he stepped away, leaving Jax to ponder both the conversation and the truths that had been woven throughout.

Milo scwed up, he told himself reassuringly while he sipped his drink through the narrow black cocktail straw. He was way too cocky, and he turned his back on the wrong guy. That won’t be me. I won’t let it be me.

He jiggled the glass, watching the alcohol swirl around the ice cubes, and wondered how many more he would have to drink to dull the misery that threatened to take him down to some emotional hell from which there was no escape.

I could drink a gallon and it wouldn’t make a bit of difference, he thought dismally as he swallowed the liquid and signaled for yet another refill. He’s right about Malone. I gotta get away before he changes me completely. Before he kills everything I am.

A long sigh slipped from between his lips when he recalled the things that he had done at Malone’s request. Things that even a year ago he would have considered beyond his willingness to do, no matter what the payoff.

He remembered the girl, trapped in the sinking car. Her death had been a tragedy, but it was the fact that it had been no accident that kept him awake at night. Malone had wanted to make a statement that could not be misunderstood, and he had achieved his goal, exactly as planned.

I was his weapon, Jax admitted with no small degree of shame. I let him load me like a gun and aim me right between her eyes. I killed her just as if I’d walked up and shot her.

His vision blurred, and he blinked rapidly, hoping that none of the burly men seated at the nearby tables could see the tears that lingered on his lashes.

No more crying, he told himself sternly. You just did your job. Doesn’t matter how it turned out.

But even as the thought formed, he knew it was wrong. That it did matter how things had turned out. A girl’s life had been taken in a soulless act, and that mattered very much.

Even his minor role in the shooting of Valdez’s bouncer had to matter, if he allowed himself to think about it with any degree of honesty. The boy had done nothing to deserve such a fate, aside from being a target whose injury would hit Valdez hard enough to hopefully force his hand. It had been a nasty piece of work, and even though Jax had been well paid for helping Rhegan find the boy, there was still a nagging voice in his head that told him what he had done was wrong.

It has to matter. The voice pounded into his mind with incessant force. At least a little. ‘Cuz maybe I’ve done some pretty stupid things for Malone, but I’m not like him. I never hurt anyone that didn’t have it coming, and I always said I never would.

He lifted his head to look for the bartender, but paused when he saw his own image in the mirror behind the bar. Haunted eyes stared back at him from over a twisted grimace of a mouth. Shocked, he whimpered softly, gripping his glass even tighter.

It was an ugly visage, beaded with sweat and devoid of color, and he averted his eyes rather than face the reality of what he was becoming.

I’m not him. At least, not yet. There’s still time to get away, if I really want to. But that’s the question, isn’t it? Do I really want to? Do I want it enough to give up the money and the power that being with him brings? And if I leave, chances are he’ll find me and rip out my lungs. What good is it to break away if I’m too fucking dead to enjoy it? There’s so many things to look at. I guess it all boils down to the million-dollar question. What matters the most?

The dim barroom light glinted on the heavy gold chain around his wrist when he lifted his glass to signal for a refill, and he studied it with resigned certainty. Because at that moment, loaded with alcohol and forcing himself to look honestly into his deepest heart, he knew exactly what the answer to that question would have to be.

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Thank you so much for stopping by today. I will be back on Wednesday with another great recipe.

Books

Shadow of the Drill
Born of Circumstance, Bred for Revenge.
https://t.co/QzD2ODjvKk

A Perilous Thirst
A different kind of vampire story.
http://goo.gl/4HSpxu

One Dyke Cozy
“HAVE A NICE DAY”
Mr. Happy
goo.gl/QTS6Xq

Contact Info

Email: rhanidchae@gmail.com

Twitter: @rhanidchae @rhanidchaaebooks

Facebook: https://m.facebook.com/rhanidchaeauthoror/

Chocolate Tofu Mousse

This may make you laugh, but I’m not kidding when I say that this tastes fabulous! And this is one of those recipes that has no rules, so you can do anything you want with it.

My favorite mousse is chocolate, so that’s the recipe I’m going to share with you.

Start with a box of tofu. I like firm tofu, but there’s no reason you can’t use soft, if that’s what you like.

I put the tofu in my blender and add a banana. I use the bananas that are closer to green, because they make my sugar spike less then a riper banana will.

Next, I add chocolate. There’s a couple of ways you can do this, depending on your personal taste. Before I was diagnosed diabetic, I used to melt a cup or so of chocolate chips and pour that in. Nowadays, I usually dump in a cup of sugar free Nestle’s Quik, or a box of sugar free instant chocolate pudding.

Blend it together, and add more chocolate a little bit at a time, if needed. I do a lot of taste testing during this phase, until the chocolate flavor is right for me.

And that’s pretty much it. This is a simple recipe, and one that gives endless possibilities. If you want to put strawberries or raspberries in with your chocolate, go right ahead. Try spooning in a little peanut butter, or go crazy and add some Kahlua. The sky’s the limit! Depending on what kind of blender you have, you can also throw some nuts or peppermint candies in with your mousse to add a little extra flavor.

Not a chocolate fan? No worries with this dessert. Tofu will adapt to almost any flavor, so feel free to experiment.

This mousse is easy, quick to make, and no one will know that the main ingredient is tofu. Give it a try, I think you’ll be surprised at how good it really is.

Thank you so much for stopping by today. I hope you’re having a great week so far, and I hope you’ll be able to stop by again on Sunday.

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Shadow of the Drill
Born of Circumstance, Bred for Revenge.
https://t.co/QzD2ODjvKk

A Perilous Thirst
A different kind of vampire story.
http://goo.gl/4HSpxu

One Dyke Cozy
“HAVE A NICE DAY”
Mr. Happy
goo.gl/QTS6Xq

Contact Info

Email: rhanidchae@gmail.com

Twitter: @rhanidchae @rhanidchaaebooks

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What do you like in your omelette?

I love easy recipes, especially easy recipes that taste great! That being said, I’m sure you’ll agree that this recipe scores at the top of any list in both categories.

What do you put in your omelets? Eggs, of course. But what are the extras that really trip your trigger? Do you like cheese? What about onions or peppers? I am a huge fan of diced tomatoes, so I make sure I always put a lot of them in. What about meats, like bacon, ham, or turkey? The amazing thing about omelets is that the possibilities are endless!

Today’s recipe isn’t really a recipe, because it’s all about what you want to use, in whatever quantity works for you.

Let’s start with the eggs. I love eggs, and I usually use at least four of them in my omelets, if not more. If you want less eggs, use less. If you’re cooking for two, use as many as are needed.

Here’s where it gets fun. Break your eggs into a fairly large Ziploc bag. Depending on how many eggs and fillers you want to use, I would say either a quart to a gallon bag.

Once the eggs are in the bag shake them up or squish the bag between your hands until the yolks are all broken and the eggs are mixed.

Next, add whatever makes your omelette perfect. Diced onions or tomatoes, meats, peppers, cheese, it all goes in the bag. Zip the bag shut and give it a couple of good shakes.

Drop the bag into a pot of boiling water for approximately 10 minutes. When your omelette is cooked, slide it out of the bag and onto a plate. Top it with cheese, salsa, or maybe a little compound butter.

This is by far the easiest recipe I’ve ever cooked, and also the most versatile. It truly is all about what the cook wants to do. There are no rules and no limitations with this dish. 😃

I hope you try it, and if you do, please let me know how it works for you.

Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I will be back on Sunday with something else that you will hopefully find interesting.

Books

Shadow of the Drill
Born of Circumstance, Bred for Revenge.
https://t.co/QzD2ODjvKk

A Perilous Thirst
A different kind of vampire story.
http://goo.gl/4HSpxu

One Dyke Cozy
“HAVE A NICE DAY”
Mr. Happy
goo.gl/QTS6Xq

Contact Info

Email: rhanidchae@gmail.com

Twitter: @rhanidchae

Facebook: https://m.facebook.com/rhanidchaeauthor/

Easy Chicken & Rice Dinner

I really like one pot dinners, or as close to one pot as I can get. This is a great chicken recipe with lots of room to be versatile.

Start by preheating your oven to 320°F. Next, spray a baking pan with whatever nonstick spray you use.

Spread one cup of raw white or brown rice into the pan. I like Lavender rice, but any rice will probably do.

I usually use three or four boneless, skinless chicken breasts, depending on how many of us are eating dinner. Slice them up, and lay them on top of the rice.

Here’s where you can be a little creative. Chop up half an onion, and throw it on top of the chicken and rice. You can also add carrots, mushrooms, or anything else that sounds good. If you want a little color, toss in some spinach.

In a separate bowl, mix together one can of cream of mushroom soup, two cups water, and a packet of dry onion soup mix, if desired.

Pour this over the chicken and rice, add salt and pepper to taste, and bake for 2 hours. When it’s done, let it stand for 10 minutes or so before serving.

This is an easy main course to make and it tastes fantastic! I hope you enjoy it as much as we do.

Thanks for stopping by my blog today. I’ll be back on Sunday to introduce you to another character from my upcoming novel, Winter of the Drill.

My Books

Shadow of the Drill
Born of Circumstance, Bred for Revenge.
https://t.co/QzD2ODjvKk

A Perilous Thirst
A different kind of vampire story.
http://goo.gl/4HSpxu

One Dyke Cozy
“HAVE A NICE DAY”
Mr. Happy
goo.gl/QTS6Xq

Contact Info

Email: rhanidchae@gmail.com

Twitter: @rhanidchae

Facebook: https://m.facebook.com/rhanidchaeauthor/

Drillbooks – Meet Duncan Malone

As I mentioned before, the main purpose of my doing these Drillboks blog posts is to push my brain past the writer’s block that’s been kicking my butt for the last 2 years. I don’t know why I’ve had SO much trouble finishing this book, but I have. I think a large part of it is that I’m afraid #Winter won’t live up to what #Shadow started. I don’t know. But whatever the reason, I’ve spent way too much time trying to finish this book and not enough time working on other projects.

But, since I’ve started doing these posts, I’ve actually gotten quite a bit done. It’s anyone’s guess if the book will actually be finished by the end of February but at least things are moving along.

You’ve already read some bits and pieces about the people and places in Decker’s world. Today, I’m going to introduce you to one of the main characters in #Winter: Duncan Malone.

Malone is the villain in this book. He was fairly easy to write, because I’ve met him many times over the years, in almost every place I’ve lived. In fact, I think almost everyone has crossed paths with a Duncan Malone at one point or another. You know the type: self-centered, arrogant, and focused solely on getting ahead financially by doing as little work as possible.

I met most of my Malones when I was much younger, and working in the clubs. The men who owned these clubs often seemed to fit the description above, and many of them were rich, young, or greedy enough to be genuinely dangerous.

In the 80s, there was a lot of oil money passing through the clubs. The girls were raking it in, and the club owners we’re rolling in it. And if one club was making money, wouldn’t two or three clubs make even more?

There were some men in Oklahoma at the time that I was there who owned multiple clubs, all of which were gotten legitimately. They were good men, and kept their hands fairly clean.

However, there were also a few who had only one club and wanted more, but didn’t feel like investing the time or the money to start from scratch. There were also those who thought that adding a successful club to their list of other “investments” would be a good thing. And by successful, I mean one that was already open, fully staffed, with a large and loyal customer base.

These are the men that Duncan Malone was drawn from. Men who knew what they wanted and wouldn’t hesitate to get it, no matter the cost.

Malone has built a small empire by involving himself in anything and everything that will turn a profit. Strip clubs, gambling, and adult films, to name a few. He didn’t get where he is by being nice, and he makes no apologies for that.

He makes his first appearance in #Winter when his accountant informs him that the income from his clubs has gone down, due to the holiday season and that the repairs/upgrades needed to make them a desirable destination for anyone with money to spend will be quite costly.

Malone isn’t thrilled with the idea of spending money to make money. I think he truly believes that buying the clubs, if that’s how he got them, should be the only investment needed. Writing a check to keep them attractive and in good repair isn’t going to happen.

However, the Toybox, owned by Rudy Valdez, is doing quite well for itself. Malone has a history with Rudy, and it isn’t pretty. When the Toybox was put up for sale, Malone wanted it. But, he was unwilling to pay the asking price and tried to force the owner into selling it for much less. While this was going on, Rudy and Decker just…bought the club, which infuriated Malone. As Rudy later said, “I thought I was making a business deal. Turns out, I was making an enemy.”

Malone doesn’t forget, and he certainly doesn’t forgive. In his opinion, forcing Rudy to sign over the Toybox would go a long way toward resolving an issue that he has been brooding over for years.

The fact that Rudy has no intention of giving his club to Malone sets off a series of attacks against Rudy’s friends and employees. No one is safe when Malone’s hired gunman takes aim. Who will fall? And how will Rudy protect the people that he cares about from a silent hunter whose face is never seen?

Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I hope you enjoyed learning a little bit about Dunkin Malone. Please join me again on Wednesday, when I will be bringing you a fantastic chicken recipe. 😀

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Shadow of the Drill
Born of Circumstance, Bred for Revenge.
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One Dyke Cozy
“HAVE A NICE DAY”
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