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Karen’s Killer Fixin’s: **Author Special** Elaine Raco Chase


Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **AUTHOR SPECIAL**

Welcome to my Friday bonus feature called Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **Author Special**!!  Today, in lieu of one of my own recipes, I’m going to introduce you to a new author who will share one of her recipes. Not only will you and I occasionally learn how to make something new and delicious, but we’ll get a chance to check out some wonderful authors.

Introducing author, ELAINE RACO CHASE, and her Devil of a Chili Recipe!

BOOK PEEK ~ Dare The Devil

Welcome to Glacier Country! Luthor Devlin and his ranch hands were out tracking 20th century rustlers when they stepped into a time warp!

There on the jagged cliffs was a woolly mammoth, a sabre-toothed tiger and her – a tawny, near-naked savage. She was a primal fantasy come true – that left him stunned!

His gaze was locked onto hers. “I’d really appreciate an explanation of all this. You, the hairy elephant, and the cat with the overbite are not the norm in Montana. And I know you can understand my every word. So anytime you’d like to begin.”

Her relaxed appraisal hadn’t gone unnoticed by either the man or the large tiger. The latter proved her undoing. His mouth opened not to snarl again but to emit a long, loud, kittenish yawn. The tiger rolled over, rubbed his back and shoulders into the ground, his hind legs spread-eagle, yawned again, and pawed sleepily at his face. To the amazement of everyone, his sword-like teeth fell out.

“Damn it, Pumpkin, why couldn’t you have just growled!” She extended her hand. “Cam Stirling, action technician.” At his confused expression, she sighed. “Stunt woman.”

She was wild, irresistible – and he was the man to tame her. She dared the devil every day – why not Luthor Devlin!


Dare The Devil by Elaine Raco Chase


The men were now only twenty feet away.  A silent battle ensued.  She stared at them.  They stared at her.  Astonishment, incredulity, and intrigue chased themselves over assorted sun-bronzed masculine faces.

She decided to play dumb.  Let them make the first move.  Perhaps keep them guessing, keep them wondering, keep them off-balance – just until the others arrived.

Her inherent sense of self-preservation and survival took over.  She judged each man individually, assessing her own odds.  The three teenage boys were quickly dismissed.  Her eyes gauged the others.  They varied in age from mid-twenties to sixties.  Bodies matched faces – tough and strong, courtesy of hard, physical labor.  She knew she could disable six of the wranglers rather quickly.

Her gaze shifted to the man leading a wild-eyed buckskin stallion.  Despite the fact that no one had violated the silence, she did not doubt that he was the boss.  While the black hat he was wearing cast a shadow on his face, she easily recognized an unmistakable air of self-confidence and authority.  It showed in his powerful build, in his walk and his impressive carriage.

And if such nicely packaged masculine charms had been displayed in any other place and under any other circumstances, she would have been the first one to show appropriate feminine appreciation.  But this was not the right time or the right place.

She did, however, notice a subtle change in a few of the younger cowboys.  It was her fault, she quickly acknowledged.  The silence had gone on too long.  While she had been assessing them, they had been assessing her.  Caution and disbelief had been replaced by that old hormonal curse – lust.

When she saw leers slant half-dozen lips, her thumb, and forefinger pressed into the cat’s neck.  His wide mouthed, fanged snarl immediately sent the horses into hysterics and restored more respectful expressions on the men’s’ faces.

Her victory, however, was brief.  One minute later, she heard the distinct snap of a bolt-action repeating rifle and found three of them aimed at the cat and a fourth at her.

“Hold it, boys.”  Devlin stepped between the guns and their targets.  “Let’s keep calm.  Buck, pull the horse’s way back.  All right, relax, everybody.  There’s no need to get trigger happy.”

“Maybe she doesn’t understand English,”  Nate piped, observing her moccasins.  “Let me try some Blackfeet.”  He cleared his throat and offered, “Kokipi sni menuah.”

Devlin exhaled a painful groan.  “Nate!  I don’t think ‘do not fear, let’s take a bath’ is very appropriate!”

With one eye on the men, she lowered her chin and tried hard to control the laughter that threatened to bubble forth.  Her left hand made a graceful gesture that shielded her smile and then moved on to straighten the bear-claw necklace at her throat.

The instant the man called Devlin advanced two more steps toward her, she stiffened in wary attention.  Fingers tightened on the cat’s leather collar, her left hand dropping against the ivory handle of the knife sheathed in her loincloth.

Suddenly, he found himself facing two predators.  He didn’t miss the lethal quality in her taut, ready-for-combat stance.  Neither had the saber-toothed tiger.  A growl rolled in his throat; powerful haunches were tensed for attack.

  About the author, Elaine Raco Chase….

I write sassy, sexy, LOL contemporary romance novels. Often they start with “love at first sight.” I was thrilled read some wonderful stats:

According to match.com – 59% of men believe in love at first sight!
Prevention Mag. says 60% of Americans believe in love at first sight!
Prevention also noted that women see brooding men as significantly more
sexually attractive than happy fellows! (is this the “bad-boy?”)
Prevention again recorded the world’s longest kiss: 46 hrs/24 min/9 sec!

Fabulous! My dad fell for my mom – as he watched her chase her dog! I told him that was the silliest thing I ever heard, they hadn’t even said a word to each other. He winked and said “sometimes you just know”..they were married for 57 years.

Hubby and I are headed for 43 years this October..he said it was “lust at first sight” – yeah! That works too!

I am originally print published, with over 3 million books in print and just about all my romances were #1 bestsellers – currently 8 of my contemporary romances have all been updated, expanded and enhanced (most are explicit) with four more romances to come as well as updating, enhancing, expanding my best-selling mystery series featuring Roman Cantrell and Nikki Holden.

Connect with Elaine ….

Website: http://www.elaineracochase.com

Dare The Devil by Elaine Raco Chase is available at:

I hope you enjoy today’s Killer Fixin’s.  Happy eating!


P.S.  We’re at 33 recipes and counting with this posting.  Hope you find some recipes you like. If this is your first visit, please check out past blogs for more Killer Fixin’s. In the right hand column menu, you can even look up past recipes by type. i.e. Desserts, Breads, Beef, Chicken, Soups, Author Specials, etc.



1 lb of rough ground (chili ground)  top sirloin, bison meat or even ground turkey
2 cans of dark red kidney beans – rinsed
1 can of Progresso Soup – your choice:  Tomato Parmesan OR Creamy tomato basil
I usually add in mushrooms and chopped onions
Season as spicy as you like it with chili powder Or red pepper flakes

*  I don’t use any salt at all.

*  Also fun add-ons:  sour cream, chopped onions for toppings
It’s heart healthy (low salt/high fiber). Can be ramped up with spices for ‘heat’ and increased for a crowd but upping the meat/beans/soup proportions.


**SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT:  Elaine will give away copies of her novel, DARE THE DEVIL, to four (4) lucky readers who comment!  Winners will be randomly selected and announced at 12:00 PM (Noon) MDT on Monday!  Thanks, Elaine, for sharing your story and your fabulous recipe with us!

Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **Author Special** Cynthia Woolf


Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **AUTHOR SPECIAL**

Welcome to my Friday bonus feature called Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **Author Special**!!  Today, in lieu of one of my own recipes, I’m going to introduce you to a new author who will share one of her favorite recipes. Not only will you and I occasionally learn how to make something new and delicious, but we’ll get a chance to check out some wonderful authors.

Introducing author, CYNTHIA WOOLF, and the recipe for Basic Slimming Soup she discovered in First Magazine for Women!

BOOK PEEK ~ Tame a Wild Wind

Former Texas Ranger Sam Colter isn’t looking for love.  Neither is pretty widow Cassie O’Malley.  But when a man stalking Sam for killing his brother kidnaps Cassie, Sam discovers it’s more than duty that sends him racing to her rescue.  Will Cassie realize the truth about her own feelings before it’s too late?


 Tame a Wild Wind by Cynthia Woolf



Ten Years Ago

They was about to hang his brother.

Harry’s stomach roiled with nausea.  From the alley next to the saloon, he watched the Ranger, Sam Colter, march Frank up the gallows steps.  Watched the hangman put a noose around his brother’s neck and ask if he had any last words.  Watched, helpless to do a damn thing about it.

It weren’t Frank’s doin’ that Colter’s wife and kids had died in that fire.  They’d only wanted to have a bit of fun with the woman, make a little money, that was all.  They hadn’t wanted to see her and those girls die.  That was never the plan.

Fool woman.  If only she’d waited.  Her father would have paid the ransom.  A bank president could afford it.  Instead, she’d broken loose.  Thrown that lamp at his head, trying to kill him and killed herself instead.

The fire had been fierce.  It moved so fast like the house was made from kindling.  He rubbed the puckering skin on his arm, feeling the sting of the flames all over again as his flesh charred.  He couldn’t have saved them, not and gotten himself out in time.  Harry clenched his fists.  It wasn’t his fault.  And it wasn’t Frank’s either.  It wasn’t.  She was to blame.  Frank shouldn’t have to die for something she’d done to herself.

He had to stop this from happening.  He had to save Frank.

Harry shifted away from the gloom of the alley and his brother looked at him from the gallows; met him square in the eye and shook his head.  He didn’t want Harry to die too, trying to save him.  He’d always been like that.  Always looked out for him.  Even when it could have saved his own life, he hadn’t given his little brother up.  Swallowing hard, Harry slid back into the shadows, his heart pounding.

Time slowed as the hangman stepped up to the lever and gave it a sharp pull.  His brother dropped through the trap door, kicking and struggling, his neck not broke clean.  Fear strangled Harry, like he was on the end of the rope, trying to breathe, trying to live.  Hot tears tracked down his cheeks and bile rose into his throat as his brother’s face turned purple and then his eyes bulged out, legs thrashing wildly at the air.

This weren’t right.  None of it was.  Damn Colter.  Damn him to hell.

The bile in his throat burned all the way to his stomach.  He barely got himself hid behind a pile of old beer barrels before he threw his guts up into the mud.  Minutes later, shaking and sweating, Harry wiped the vile stuff from his chin.  Fury and grief gripped him, making his chest hurt.  His brother was gone.  Dead.  And Sam Colter was to blame for it.

He forced himself to look at Frank’s body, spinning almost lazily now from the end of the rope.  He never wanted to forget what had happened today.  He wanted to hold onto the icy hatred settling over him like armor–let it protect him and keep the awful feeling of helplessness away.  He wanted revenge.

“I’ll get even for you Frank,” he vowed quietly.  “Colter will pay for what he done today.  He’ll pay for hangin’ you.”


Present Day

Cassandra ‘Cassie’ O’Malley pulled her little black buggy through the gates of the Circle M ranch, past the bunkhouse and the ice house into the yard in front of the main house.  Cassie loved the way Catherine and Duncan had laid out their spread.  Putting the house at the back of the property, away from the dust and dirt of the horse operation.  Surrounded by Ponderosa pine trees, it blended in with the landscape.  She wished her house was the same way.  As it was, in the middle of the property, she or Bridget had to dust everyday just to keep it livable.

By Cassie’s calculations, Catherine could give birth at any minute.  She and Duncan were expecting Cassie and her family for their regular overnight visit and church the next day.  They waited on the wide porch that wound around the entire house.  Their son, ten year old Ian, waited by the hitching rail to tether her horse like a pint-sized gentleman.

“Ian!” RJ, Cassie’s son, hailed his friend and jumped off before the small conveyance came to a stop, much to Cassie’s exasperation.

Ian, who had his father Duncan’s blue eyes and dark hair, grabbed the reins Cassie tossed his way and knotted them around the hitching rail, then slapped his friend on the back, much as their fathers used to do.  “RJ, good to see you.  Let’s go look at our new colt.”

Lizzie and Mary McKenzie, were not to be out done by their big brother and ran down the porch steps, their red hair bouncing.  They shouted, “Sarah!” in unison.

“Sarah Jane O’Malley!  You will not jump off this buggy.”  Cassie admonished and grabbed the little girl, who was a miniature image of herself,  before she jumped and got hurt.

Duncan stepped through the flurry of activity, always a sea of calm and took Sarah Jane in his large hands.  “Here you go, baby,” he said as he settled her on the ground and she took off running to her friends, without so much as a by-your -leave.  Then he turned and offered his hand to Cassie.

“Thank you, Duncan.  She forgets she’s only two.  Thinks she can do everything RJ does,” said Cassie.

Cassie put her palms on Duncan’s shoulders and let him lift her down.  Even though he was just a friend, it was nice to feel such corded muscles beneath her fingers and strong hands on her waist.  It was nice to remember she was still a woman.  Though not so nice to remember how lonely she was most days.

“Come on in, Cassie, before Cat has a fit,” Duncan urged.

The lady in question waddled down the steps as quickly as her bulk would take her.  Catherine “Cat” McKenzie was due to give birth to their fourth child at any time.  Cassie adored her friend, truly loved her but at times like this she was envious of her.  Though Michael seemed happy with just RJ they’d always wanted more children.  She’d been pregnant with Sarah when he died almost three years ago and would love to hold another sweet young babe of her own in her arms again.  If Michael hadn’t died she might have had another baby.  She guessed she’d have to settle for holding Catherine’s from now on.

“Cassie!  I’m so glad you’re here.  I swear I’m going to have this child tonight, I hope you brought extra work clothes,” said Catherine, delicately wiping the sweat from her lip and brow.  She was a little short of breath as she hurried her friend as best she could up the steps and into the house.

Cassie liked the house Cat and Duncan built.  It was two stories as most were these days, but it was larger than most.  Duncan wanted lots of kids and made sure to have room for them.  Four of the five bedrooms were upstairs.  She wished her bedrooms were as big.  Even the guest room on the first floor was larger than Cassie’s master bedroom at home.

“You know I always pack extra when I come.  The kids never stay clean and I don’t want them in their good clothes until we all head to church on Sunday.”  Cassie looked at her friend.  “It looks like we may miss church this week.  But we’re good to stay.  Are you all right?  I think you should go put your feet up.”

Cassie placed her arm around Catherine’s waist, feeling her slight tremor.  She guided her to the sofa.  “Now, you sit there and let me go make you some nice chamomile tea.  How does that sound?”  Cassie turned to Duncan.  “Sit here with your wife and don’t let her get up.  Why didn’t you send someone for me sooner?  The babe has dropped and I think we may have a little one soon, maybe tonight.”

Duncan’s face paled.  He was always nervous when Catherine was about to give birth.  You’d think after three, the fourth would be no problem, but it was always the same.  And at that point, he forgot  he was responsible for putting the babe there in the first place.

“Duncan, pull yourself together and get that footstool over here for her feet.  Goodness Cat,” Cassie admonished.  “You haven’t been keeping your feet up like I told you to.  Your ankles look swollen to twice the size of normal.”

Cassie rushed to the kitchen to start the kettle to boil.  She started to pump the water when she heard a deep, baritone voice coming from the back door.

“Would you like some help with that?” he said.

Cassie dropped it into the sink, spilling the small amount of water the kettle had already collected.  “Don’t sneak up on a person like that.”  It wasn’t fear she felt at seeing this mysterious, handsome stranger but instant attraction.

The man in the doorway didn’t wear a hat and had obviously been washing up on the back porch.  His damp brandy brown hair glistened in the kitchen light.  When he got closer, she looked up, way up, into amazing emerald green eyes.

She’d like to say the sudden jump in her heart rate was from surprise, but she’d never been good at lying to herself.  No, she knew the quivering spin of a sudden jolt of attraction when it hit her, even if it had been quite a while.

“Sam Colter, ma’am.  Sorry to have startled you.”  He held a fresh washed hand out to her.

His large warm hand enveloped hers.  A shock of awareness ran up her arm and straight to her stomach.  Butterflies fluttered about in her tummy, just from his touch.  A tingle she hadn’t felt in years passed between them. “Cassie O’Malley.”

“I’ve been hearing your praises, Mrs. O’Malley.  Since I arrived yesterday, Catherine has been doing nothing but talk about  you.”

Cassie felt the heat creep up her neck.  “I’m sorry I can’t say the same, Mr. Colter.”

“No problem.  I wasn’t expected, or I’m sure Cat would have been regaling you about my charms.”  He leaned over conspiratorially and whispered.  “I think Catherine fancies herself a matchmaker.  If she weren’t indisposed she’d have you and I to tea and not vice versa.”

Cassie laughed.  “That she does.  You’re not the first man she has thrown at me.  Sorry about that.”

He chuckled, a rich sound that traveled up her spine and settled in her chest.  “I don’t know if I should be flattered or insulted.”

“Flattered, Mr. Colter.  There have not been that many and only the good ones get through Catherine.  She’s fiercely protective of me.”

“Please, call me Sam.  I’m going to be here for a few days and Mr. Colter makes me think of my father.”  He ambled to the stove and stoked the embers for her before setting the burner plate back in place.

Smiling, Cassie said, “I know what you mean.  Call me Cassie.  Mrs. O’Malley is my mother-in-law.”

“I understand you are widowed.  I’m sorry for your loss.  I’m a widower myself and I know it’s not easy.”

“Thank you and no, it’s not.  I don’t know what I would have done without my kids.  I think they kept me sane.”

“That’s good.”

“What about you, Sam?  Do you have children?”

She watched as pain crossed his face.  “No.  They were murdered with my wife.”

“Oh, Sam, I’m so sorry.”  She set the kettle on the stove to boil.

“Thank you.  So,” he changed the subject.  “Are you here to help Catherine with this baby?”

“Well, it looks like I might be, but I normally come on Saturday night and we all go to church together.  It gives us and our kids some time together.  Being as spread out in the valley as we tend to be, it’s easier to just make it an overnight visit.  What are you doing in these parts?”

“Passing through and looking for work.”

Really.  Looking for work.  He’d be in the valley for a while and she might see him again.  The thought pleased her.  “Would you like to sit while I wait for the kettle to boil?  I see there’s a pot of coffee on the stove.  It may still be warm, if you’d like some.”

“Thank you, I would.”

Cassie poured them both a cup and they sat at the kitchen table.  “What kind of work do you do, Sam?”

“I do just about anything.  I was a Texas Ranger, but am…retired.  So now I do whatever comes along.”

“Have you done much ranch work?  I have a fair-sized spread.”

“I had a little ranch of my own before my family died.”

Cassie watched his eyes take on a faraway look.  The one you get when you’re seeing the past.  She knew that look only too well, having faced it in her own mirror too many times to count.

Acting on an impulse and listening to her gut, she asked, “Would you be willing to ramrod my ranch for me?  I can’t pay a lot right now, but it includes room, board and ten dollars a month.”

“Cassie, are you sure you want to offer me a job?  You don’t know me from Adam.”

“I know you’re  Catherine and Duncan’s friend.  I know you’re a former Texas Ranger and that you had your own ranch.  You’re a widower and you like kids.  That last part I’m assuming but I think it’s true nonetheless.  And that’s more than I know about anyone else that might apply for the job.”  She sipped her coffee, the hot brew burning her throat as she swallowed it too fast.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Say yes.”

“Yes to what?”  asked Duncan from the doorway.

Cassie looked up and smiled at the big man who was her friend and her best friend’s husband.  “I’ve asked Sam to come to work for me.”

“Well.  That was fast.  I was going to suggest it at dinner.  Of course, I hadn’t expected you two to meet in the kitchen.”

“So, Cassie wasn’t the only surprise you had in store for me tonight,” said Sam.

“Duncan!”  Catherine yelled from the parlor.  “Duncan!”

All three of them jumped up and ran to the parlor.  Cat was standing, a puddle at her feet, holding her swollen belly, clearly in pain.

“I knew it.  Cat, why didn’t you send someone for me sooner?  You’ve been in labor all day haven’t you?  I swear.  Did you even tell Duncan?  You didn’t, did you?”

“Please don’t yell at me Cassie.”  Catherine stretched as best she could, pushing her hand into her lower back to relieve some of the pain.  She let out a small sigh.  “I’ve had other things on my mind and Duncan couldn’t do anything anyway, and neither can you.  Besides, you’re here now and,” Cat panted with pain, “that’s…owww…what counts.”

Cassie took a deep breath.  “I’m sorry, Cat.  I don’t mean to yell.  I’m just worried about you.”  She turned to Duncan, “Please take your stubborn wife upstairs and help her out of those clothes.  Sam, if you could keep track of the children for a bit it’d be much appreciated.  The little ones are going to be curious and want to come in, but that’s not best.  Not just yet.  Hold them off and out of my way.  I’d be beholden.”

He chuckled.  “Not a problem.  I think there’s some new kittens in the barn.  That should keep them occupied for a while, then dinner and bed.  They’ll be fine.”

“Thanks.  If you need help with the girls, RJ and Ian are both very good with them.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.  Go on now.  Get.  Catherine needs you.”

Sam followed Cassie back to the kitchen.  He took the boiling water from the stove, filled the basin for her.  She loaded up a basket full of fresh towels, then set the basin on top of the towels in the basket.  It wouldn’t hurt if they got a little wet.  They were going to get much wetter before the day was done.

“Thank you, kindly.”

“Need help carrying this upstairs?”

She smiled, but shook her head and declined.  “You just handle the children.”  She turned her back and headed up the stairs toward her friend’s moans and cries.  This baby was coming soon.

  About the author, Cynthia Woolf….

Cynthia Woolf was born in Denver, Colorado and raised in the mountains west of Golden.  She spent her early years running wild around the mountain side with her friends.

Their closest neighbor was one quarter of a mile away, so her little brother was her playmate and her best friend. That fierce friendship lasted until his death in 2006.

Cynthia was and is an avid reader.  Her mother was a librarian and brought new books home each week.  This is where young Cynthia first got the storytelling bug.  She wrote her first story at the age of ten.  A romance about a little boy she liked at the time.

She worked her way through college and went to work full time straight after graduation and there was little time to write.  Then in 1990 she and two friends started a round robin writing a story about pirates.  She found that she missed the writing and kept on with other stories.  In 1992 she joined Colorado Romance Writers and Romance Writers of America.  Unfortunately, the loss of her job demanded the she not renew her memberships and her writing stagnated for many years.

In 2000, she saw an ad in the paper for a writers conference being put on by CRW and decided she’d attend.  One of her favorite authors, Catherine Coulter, was the keynote speaker.  Cynthia was lucky enough to have a seat at Ms. Coulter’s table at the luncheon and after talking with her, decided she needed to get back to her writing.  She rejoined both CRW and RWA that day and hasn’t looked back.

Cynthia credits her wonderfully supportive husband Jim and the great friends she’s made at CRW for saving her sanity and allowing her to explore her creativity.,

FMI about Cynthia Woolf & her books: http://www.cynthiawoolf.com/

Tame A Wild Wind is available at:

Amazon http://amzn.to/ySbtTv and Barnes &Noble http://bit.ly/zUW7DQ

I hope you enjoy today’s Killer Fixin’s.  Happy eating!


P.S.  We’re at 29 recipes and counting with this posting.  Hope you find some recipes you like. If this is your first visit, please check out past blogs for more Killer Fixin’s. In the right hand column menu, you can even look up past recipes by type. i.e. Desserts, Breads, Beef, Chicken, Soups, Author Specials, etc.


[First Magazine for Women]

2 lbs. ground beef, turkey or chopped chicken
1 tsp. olive oil
1 large onion, peeled and chopped
1 large red, green or yellow pepper, seeded and chopped
1 large yellow squash, chopped
8 oz. fresh mushrooms, chopped
2 tsp. chopped garlic
1 bottle (48 oz) reduced sodium V-8 cocktail juice
1 can (15 oz) pinto, garbanzo, black, navy or white beans
1 can (14 oz) crushed or diced tomato
1 T. fresh lime juice
1 T. ground cumin
1/8 tsp. cayenne pepper, or to taste
1/4 cup each fresh cilantro and parsley leaves, chopped
In soup pot over medium-high heat, cook beef, turkey or chicken in olive oil 5 min. or until cooked through, stirring occasionally. Remove from pot, drain , if desired.

In same pot, cook onions, peppers, squash, mushrooms and garlic 5 min or until vegetable are crisp-tender, stirring occasionally.

Stir in cocktail juice, beans, tomatoes, lime juice, cayenne and cooked meat.  Add up to 1 cup water to thin soup, if desired.  Cover; bring soup just to a simmer (Do not boil).  Reduce head to medium-low; let simmer 20 min., stirring occasionally.  Add cilantro and parsley.  Cover; let simmer 5 minutes.  Garnish with shaved parmesan or asiago cheese, if desired. (Note:  Soup can bestored in refrigerator for up to 5 days or frozen.)  Makes about 5 two cup servings.


To reduce carb cravings:

Substitute 1/2 cup grated daikon for mushrooms.  Add an additional 2 tsp. of chopped garlic.

Add 1 small peeled eggplant, chopped.  Simmer for 5-10 minutes longer until eggplant softens.

To help with depression:

Add 1 cup chopped zucchini and 2 tsp. of seaweed gomasio to basic soup

To help with stress:

Add 1/2 tsp. of pink Himalayan sea salt

4-5 cups of escarole or spinach to soup while it’s simmering

To help with bloating and colds:

Add 1 tsp. tumeric and an additional 1/4 cup of cilantro

Karen’s Killer Fixin’s: **Author Special**

Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **AUTHOR SPECIAL**

Welcome to my bonus feature called Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **Author Special**.  Although I intend to continue with my usual Fixin’s feature every Friday today, in lieu of one of my own recipes, I’m going to introduce you to a new author who will share one of her recipes. Not only will you and I occasionally learn how to make something new and delicious, but we’ll get a chance to check out some wonderful authors.

Introducing author, PATTY WISEMAN, and her recipe for Chicken & Sausage Gumbo!

BOOK PEEK ~ An Unlikely Arrangement

An Unlikely Arrangement is a cozy armchair romantic mystery with many twists and turns. Just when you think you have figured it out, you haven’t!

Young and rebellious, Ruth Squire defied her parents to live the high life of young people in 1929 Detroit. Handsome and responsible, Peter Kirby worked diligently to make his family’s life easier. Rich and powerful, Eric Horton held the fates of many families in his hands.

These three lives intertwine through the differing worlds of high society, middle-class life, and organized crime, culminating in an engagement, a kidnapping, a misunderstanding… and a murder.

  Patty Wiseman is the daughter of a WWII Navy vet who survived Pearl Harbor, Patty Wiseman was raised in Washington State. She attended The Wesleyan College in Bartlesville, Oklahoma, and then moved to Northeast Texas where she has resided for over 30 years. For the past 24 years, she has worked as administrative assistant to a financial advisor.

An Unlikely Arrangement is her first novel and based on a true story. She has several short stories published and is currently working on two other novels, including the sequel to An Unlikely Arrangement.

She serves as secretary to the East Texas Writers Association and is a member of Northeast Texas Writers Association, as well as a two time winner of the National Novel Writing Month, commonly known as NaNoWriMo.

Now retired, Patty is proud to boast she still competes in her favorite sport, bowling. The proud winner of several 200 patches and other awards, she plans to continue to stay in shape with the sport.

Baseball is another passion, and Patty watches Texas Rangers Baseball faithfully. She and her husband Ron attend games as often as the can.

Patty and Ron are the proud owners of a year old crème lab they call Cutter. All their children are grown and scattered now with the grandchildren which gives Patty plenty of time to write and turn out the stories of a lifetime dancing in her head.

For more about Patty and her novels: Website, http://www.pattywiseman.com; Facebook, http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Patty-Wiseman-Fan-Page/122326897827176; Twitter, http://twitter.com/#!/PattyWG

I hope you enjoy today’s Killer Fixin’s.  Happy eating!


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1/3 cup all-purpose flour                                     1 ¼ cups water, heated

¼ cup cooking oil                                                  1 ½ chopped chicken

½ cup medium onion, chopped                         8 oz. link fully cooked link sausage

½ cup celery, chopped                                                     cut into slices

½ cup green sweet pepper, chopped                 1 ½ sliced, fresh okra

4 cloves garlic, minced                                         2 bay leaves

¼ tsp. black pepper                                               3 cups hot cooked rice

¼ tsp. red pepper, ground

1 14 oz. can chicken broth, heated


In a large heavy saucepan or pot combine flour and oil for a roux. Cook over medium-high heat for 5 mins., stirring constantly. Reduce heat to medium. Cook and stir for 12 mins. or until roux is dark reddish brown.

Stir in onion, celery, sweet pepper, garlic, black pepper, and ground rep pepper. Cook for 3 to 5 mins. over medium heat or until veggies are crisp-tender, stir often.

Gradually stir in hot chicken broth, hot water, chicken, sausage, okra, and bay leaves. Bring to boil then reduce heat. Cover and simmer for 15 mins. or until okra is tender. Remember to discard bay leaves. Serve in bowls with rice.

Makes about 7 cups.


Karen’s Killer Fixin’s: Cheddar Cheese & Broccoli Soup

It’s time for Karen’s Killer Fixin’s! Over the years, I’ve filled two 4-inch, 3-ring binders with my own creations as well as recipes my family and friends were willing to share with me. I simply love to cook and want to share that love with my readers.

So every Friday, I share one recipe I think you and your family might enjoy. It might be a main course recipe. A cookie or baked item. Candy. Salads. Whatever strikes my eye and fancy…which today is CHEDDAR CHEESE & BROCCOLI SOUP.

We make a lot of soup in our house. It’s warm and satisfying, something to look forward to when it’s especially cold and nasty outside. I have a few family favorites I throw together in a crock pot and I’ll share some of those in the weeks and months to come. However, I’m not always so on the ball (can you imagine?!) and have to wing it on occasion at the last minute. This is a family favorite I can pull together fairly quickly.

I hope you enjoy today’s Killer Fixin’s. Happy eating!


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[Serves 4]

4 T. butter or margarine
3 medium carrots, diced
3 celery stalks, diced
1 onion, diced
3 T. flour
1-½ cups chicken stock
2 small bags frozen broccoli, bite sized pieces
8 oz. mild cheddar cheese, grated
2-3 cups milk [depends on preferred thickness]
¼ tsp. cayenne pepper
Salt to taste

Heat butter in large saucepan. Add carrots, celery, and onion. Sauté about 5 minutes, or until softened. Add flour; cook over low heat, stirring constantly, until flour is incorporated into the butter, about 1 minute [makes roué]. Stirring constantly, gradually add stock and then the broccoli. Bring stock to boil and simmer until broccoli is tender, about 10 minutes. Stir in grated cheese, cook over low heat until melted. Stir gently so it doesn’t burn at the bottom of the pan. Do not allow to come to a boil again. Stir in milk, warm the soup over low heat. Season with cayenne pepper and 1 tsp. salt or to taste. Sprinkle each portion with more diced cheese and serve immediately. Serve with hot bread or rolls or breadsticks.

Hints: I’ve been known to add cooked chicken chunks to this recipe, too, because we’re a meat-and-potato kind of family. This basic soup can be adjusted into a number of different soups, broccoli, cauliflower, potato, potato and corn. You can use cooked brats with the potato, and potato and corn, versions. Creativity knows no bounds with this one. One last hint, save/freeze all of your leftover gravies and mashed potatoes and such and throw it into this for an “icebox” soup that utilizes your leftovers.

Karen’s Killer Fixin’s…Easy Cheesy Broccoli Chicken & Rice Soup

It’s time for Karen’s Killer Fixin’s!  Over the years, I’ve filled two 4-inch, 3-ring binders with my own creations as well as recipes my family and friends were willing to share with me.  I simply love to cook and want to share that love with my readers here.

So every Friday, I share one recipe I think you and your family might enjoy.  It might be a main course recipe.  A cookie or baked item.  Candy.  Salads.  Whatever strikes my eye and fancy…which today is EASY CHEESY BROCCOLI CHICKEN & RICE SOUP.

We’re heading into the cooler, fall months when we start thinking about making hearty soups to warm up our families. I often have a soup pot on because it allows me to write and read and play with my family and friends without worrying about what to put on the dinner table. I love this recipe for those days when I’ve forgotten to get something started. It really is a quick and easy soup, not to mention scrumptious!  Serve with hot, buttered garlic bread or rolls.

I hope you enjoy today’s Killer Fixin’s. Happy eating!


P.S.  We’re at 2 recipes and counting with this posting!  Hope you find some recipes you like.  If you don’t want to miss any future recipes, be sure to return to my blog next Friday.  If this is your first visit, check out past blogs for more Killer Fixin’s. In the right hand column of my home page, you can look up past recipes by type. i.e. Desserts, Breads, Beef, Chicken, Soups, etc.


[Serves 4]


1 skinless chicken or 3-4 chicken breasts, cut into bite sized pieces
4 servings cooked rice
1 stalk celery, diced
2 green onions, diced
1 to 1-½ cups broccoli
1 can cream of chicken soup
1 can cream of celery soup
1 cup chunked Velveeta or processed cheese

In microwave casserole dish with lid, cook chicken in water [½ filled] until done.  Strip off bones if using whole chicken.  Set meat and water aside.  Cook 4 servings of rice as directed on package.  Set aside.  Chop and sauté in butter…celery, green onions and broccoli.

Combine chicken/water with both cans of soup and cheese.  Microwave until hot and cheese is melted.  Mix with vegetables and rice.  Stir together and serve with hot bread or rolls.

Hints: Keep chicken breasts in freezer for 10-minute thaw in warm water if you need a quick last minute meal.  I also keep packages of frozen broccoli and cans of soup on hand.  You can use any cheese; processed cheese melts easiest.  I’ve even used a bit of PepperJack or Havarti for some zip.