By Mary Kay Andrews
It is the week prior to Christmas, and antiques broker Weezie Foley is in a frenzy to garnish her store for the Savannah historic district adorning contest, which she intends to win. Weezie is able to shoot herself together with her glue gun by the point she's performed, however the effects are attractive. She's definitely one-upped the vendors of the modern boutique round the nook, yet without warning issues begin to cross lacking from her demonstrate, and there looks a mysterious dead night customer to her store. nonetheless, Weezie has excessive hopes for the holiday—maybe within the type of an engagement ring from her chef boyfriend. yet Daniel, constantly moody on the vacations, turns out extra far away than ordinary. Throw in Weezie's decidedly bizarre family members, a Fifties Christmas tree pin, or even a bit aid from the King himself (Elvis, that is), and perhaps there'll be a pocketful of miracles for Weezie this Christmas Eve. again via renowned call for, this re-creation of the vacation vintage contains an essay by way of the writer, advice for "keeping the satisfied in holidays," extra recipes, and extra.
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At home I loaded the washing machine with what seemed like miles of netting, and spun the regulator dial to the gentle cycle. As the tub filled with water, I carefully added half a cap of blue dye, then a capful, then throwing caution to the wind, I went for two capfuls. Blue foam filled the tub. I let the wash cycle run for only five minutes before manually switching to the machine’s rinse and then spin cycle. As soon as the machine slowed, I jerked open the lid of the washer. Blue! I had a gorgeous wet glop of bright blue tulle, which I unceremoniously dumped into the dryer, also set for the gentle cycle.
When the dust settled, the executive had been sent to a federal prison in Florida, but not before he divorced his wife and married Paula. Not long after that, Paula Stipanek Gambrell had followed her new husband to Florida. Daniel and his two older brothers had been raised by his aunt Lucy. It was not a happy story. I tucked my arm into his. “If you guys bought a pin like this, it just proves you had great taste. These pins were quite the craze from the forties through the sixties, although not so much in the war years, because metal was hard to get for jewelry.
No. There were two whole bowls of it in the kitchen. We made enough to serve a hundred. Should have been plenty. ” I went over to the sideboard to investigate. Beside a cut crystal bowl of punch I spotted a silver tray layered with slice after slice of fruitcake. Maple scented. “Case closed,” I said, reporting back to Daniel. ” “I doubt it,” I said. “Yours is afloat in sherry. Mama’s terrified of falling off the wagon. She won’t even take cough syrup anymore. ” Daniel said. “So that’s where that cake came from?
Blue Christmas: Now with More Holiday Cheer (New Recipes Too!) by Mary Kay Andrews