Book Tour: Irish Soda Bread

Before I get to the tour visit today at LibriAmoriMiei, let me assure you this is not and will not be a recipe site. But, they asked for one for my visit and I couldn’t think of a better offering than a good Irish Soda Bread recipe–it’s almost a co-star in Chef’s Table.

Soda bread is an Irish staple. You can find it at any meal, afternoon tea and of course, alongside any respectable serving of oysters. If you serve it with butter—and really why make it if you don’t—treat yourself to some Irish butter. It’s cultured, unlike American varieties making it richer and creamier and fuller in flavor. Kerrygold makes a fantastic Irish butter and you can find it, as well as their delicious cheeses, in most major grocery stores. (Dubliner cheese? I would sit and eat it with a knife in a white-walled cement room and be happy it’s that good. “One more chunk. Just… maybe two more chunks.”)

You can also add currants or raisins, but I’m quite fond of it plain. This is a combination of recipes from Simply Recipes and a delightful cookbook that fed much of Patrick’s dishes in Chef’s Table, Real Irish Food by David Bowers.

Makes 1 medium loaf, 6-8 servings.

Or two servings. Gluttony is favorably looked upon when it comes to soda bread and butter

  • 3 cups coarse, stoneground whole wheat (coarse ground is specifically is hard to find—but I used Arrowhead Mills stoneground whole wheat flour, found in the “health food” section of my grocery, and it worked beautifully)
  • 1 cup all purpose flour
  • 1 tsp baking soda
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1 ½ – 1 ¾ cup buttermilk

Preheat oven to 425 degrees.

In a large bowl, stir together the flours, soda and salt. Mix in enough buttermilk to make a stiff dough, kneading as little as possible to combine.

Turn into a slightly-greased cast iron skillet (my preferred method) or onto a floured rimless baking sheet. The bread will flatten a little on the baking sheet. Shape into a round, and cut a large cross onto the top—to let the fairies out. Or, you know, to let the bread bake evenly depending on whether you are more into the science or the magic.

It’s always for the magic.

Bake for 35-45 minutes (cast iron might take a little longer), or until a long skewer poked into the center comes out clean. If the top starts to get too dark, tent with foil.

If using cast iron, make sure to use pot holders to remove it from the oven. Let rest in pan for 10 minutes and then turn onto a rack to cool. When it’s properly done, the bottom should sound hollow when lightly tapped.

Can be eaten warm. In fact, it’s best fresh from the oven.

It’s that easy. And that delicious. And perfect for the cold winter evenings ahead of us.

After you bake yourself a batch, hop on over to LibriAmoriMiei and check out her lovely 5-star review. Then enter the giveaway for a free $25 gift card… and don’t forget to let me know how well your bread turned out.

 

 

Book Tour: Let’s Talk About That Cover

Today, I get the honor of visiting Books on Silver Wings where they asked me to talk a little bit about my book cover and how it is an integral part of the completed package.

Chef's Table CoverI work in circulation at a county library and I see and handle hundreds of books every day. It is fascinating to me to note which books cause me to slow down and take a second look. The ones that make me want to read the synopsis, and even to consider putting on hold for future reading. What is it that draws me to this book to begin with?

And I’d have to say, outside of author, it’s always the cover. With a quick glance while I’m scanning, I can often determine category, genre, mood and even age of the last printing. Lately, I seem to be drawn to a more minimalist type of book cover. Typeset only, fewer details and colors in the images you do see, etc.

Catch me quick and hold me there.

So, when it was time to come up with a cover for Chef’s Table, while my input was only a small fraction of the process, I was happy to suggest a minimalist approach with the image we’d already been sent of a chef with another man’s sneaky hand reaching around to divest him of his whites.

The trick was getting it to read as light-hearted, which the story is, without looking cartoonish and comical, which it is not, and our art director took that task very seriously. I asked her about how she approaches each cover with so many different themes and styles between stories and she said she does tend to compare each new title to previous ones they’ve done, asking “What does this story bring to the table that others haven’t yet?” In other words, she wants to set each book apart before the reader even opens up the first page.Back-Cover-blog

For Chef’s Table, she called on an illustrator that she knew could not only execute the effect she was going for, but also remain faithful to the whimsical nature of the idea. They used a conventional “cut paper” technique where each simple shape of the image is a different kind of paper, only they achieved the effect digitally. The chef’s jacket is finished with a crisp linen texture. Our cook on the back has a knit textured t-shirt and a woven texture for his apron. Skin is flecked as if pored, and to finish, shadows set off each layer to give the full dimensional effect.

I love my Evan and Patrick in this quirky minimalist fashion. I love the comedy of Evan snatching the cherry from Patrick’s cheesecake on the back, and Patrick’s sneaky hand creeping in to unbutton Evan’s jacket. It’s fun, it’s a little sexy, and it pops with color.

Exactly what I hope the book will do as well.

For more on our artistic director, visit BuckeyeGrrl Designs. To see more work from our illustrator, visit Abby Hellstrom. Her site is still a bit under construction, but there is plenty to see.

For the change at a $25 gift certificate, please visit Books on Silver Wings and enter the giveaway!

Book Tour: Last Meal

Today, I am honored to visit The Reading Addict and talk about the concept of “last meal.”

picjumbo.com_foodiesfeed.com_hamburgerIn Chef’s Table, after our heroes have enjoyed the throes of good love making and a huge, fatty, made-with-love breakfast, they begin to talk about something chefs all over the globe talk about late into the night after long shifts, when the booze is flowing and conversation is loose.

It’s the last meal of your life. Whether on death row, or the world is ending today, or somehow you know, for reasons unfathomable, that the meal before you will be your last. Ever. No more food. No more living. You’re done.

What would you want to eat? Where would you want to eat it? Who would prepare it? Who would you eat it with? But always, always, what—what would that meal be?

And as I wrote that scene and debated the answers for my characters, I had to contemplate it for myself as well. How could I not?

What I learned for me anyway, is that it’s not as easy of a question to answer as I would have expected. Food and I, we have a strange relationship anyway. Good food and I have even a more warped journey. I’m Type II diabetic and have had to ease up on the carbs. That means pasta (oh god, my longing for pasta is almost painful), fruit, bread, and of course… dessert. I mean, aren’t those the main four food groups?

So, my first thought was to imagine diving into a vat of carboliciousness and call it a day. The Day. But the more I contemplated, and as much as I love pasta, there’s not a pasta dish that would be The One for me. I guess I’ve learned to be satisfied without it. Go figure.

What I keep going back to is a roast beast of some kind. A roasted bird even. Something long cooked and crisped on the outside, its fat melting away into the meat so that the meat in turn melts in my mouth. With that, it’s time to carb it up. And in that sense, I guess I projected a bit of myself into Evan’s answer. Really, what’s better than a perfect whip of rosemary mashed potatoes? Fresh rosemary, garlic, warmed cream and butter. If this is it, let us not be shy with the butter. Or the gravy. Pan juices shall never be put to waste.

Oddly enough, a vegetable would be nice here too. And I can hear my mother laughing that I’d actually include a veg in my final meal, but the crunch of a nicely roasted and seasoned vegetable makes that forkful pretty damned special.

To top it all off? Chocolate. Dark. Rich. Creamy. Decadent. Think the chocolate torte Evan served Patrick at chef’s table at Il Boschetto. (Or remember it as you read that scene.)

Who would fix this meal for me? Well, if I couldn’t do it myself—because I know how I like it—I’d want Evan and Patrick, of course. It would be a meal for just my husband and I and we’d eat it in our brownstone in The Village—which doesn’t exist, but you know, rumor has it Evan and Patrick aren’t real either.

What would you want as your last meal? I’d love to hear your answers!

And when you’re done, hop on over to The Reading Addict to enter the giveaway for a $25 gift card.

Exclusive Excerpt: RT Book Reviews

Sure, Thanksgiving’s over, and you’re probably still full. Or, if you’re like us, daydreaming of leftovers. Mmmm, turkey sandwiches. While we’re in this culinary state of mind, let us present to you: M/M, contemporary romance Chef’s Table by Lynn Charles. The men bond over food — and more. We love food, we love romance, so we were intrigued by this “delectable” tale. Want to check it out with us? Read on for an excerpt! It will help with your food coma. We swear.
– See more and an exclusive excerpt at RT Book Reviews

Book Tour: A Recipe for Love

For my first book release blog stop, I was asked to offer up a “recipe for love.” And I must admit, this one tripped me up. I went to google to see if I couldn’t jump start my brain with something clever or cheesy or, well, let’s use the kitchen puns to their full capacity here, appetizing.

What I found there put a whole new spin on cheesy, taking it straight to saccharine and cloying. As I contemplated the options, all I could hear were my characters offering their own ingredients for the recipe for love.

So, I did what any sane writer does. I asked them. I know you don’t know these characters yet, but hopefully, after reading the answers, you’ll be curious to meet them. They’re all pretty spectacular people in their own ways. Even the not-so-spectacular ones. I’m looking at you, Perci.

Here’s what they had to say to the question, “Give me one ingredient for the recipe for love.”

Ross, maître d:                       Cleavage. Love lasts for about an hour for me.

Natalie, head waitress:         Tenderness

Robin, sous chef:                    That little heart palpitation that stirs you every time they walk into the room

Jay, roundsman:                     ::lifts his hands up:: That move. “Yes, honey.” Punctuated with a kiss just in case.

Johnny, diner owner:             Knowing when to buy her flowers and when to just let her stew

DiSante, Il Boschetto owner: Enough money to send her off to Cabo every six months

Mimi, diner waitress:             Chemistry—like when Patrick makes marshmallows for Christmas. Sugar syrup and gelatin mixed together become this big white fluffy ooze of sugary goodness. That’s what it should be like when two people mix together.

Angel, diner waitress:            Letting her see that you’re not the big dumb brute you pretend to be

Perci, line cook:                      Maybe DiSante isn’t as creepy as I thought. I’ll take the money and go.

Rosey, dishwasher:                 You know what I’ve never had before but I have now? Laughter. That’s the best feeling in the world—laughing with someone.

Roger, porter:                          Ehh, I’m not so good at that love business. A little extra time maybe. Everyone’s always in such a damned hurry.

Patrick, head diner cook:       Passion. In all its forms.

Evan, executive chef:              There has to be a secret ingredient: that one thing between the two of you that drives each other mad—the good kind of mad—that will still every argument, that will soften every harsh word, that will reignite every dulled day. And no, you may not have ours.

I’m not sure how their love stew would taste, but it surely would be a fun ride. And really, that’s what love should be. A fun, joyous ride. A little sweet. A little acid. A lot of chemistry and patience to let it all marry together into one delicious dish.

To hear what Carly’s Book Reviews thinks of Chef’s Table, and to enter to win a $225 gift card, head on over to her blog and check in!

Chef’s Table Coming to a Blog Near You

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With my book’s release only days away, I will be going on a book tour: visiting blogs, answering questions and talking about some of the things I’ve been wanting to talk about for months. And the best part? None of us have to wear pants!

What’s in it for you? Besides getting to know a bit more about my book, every time you follow me on tour, you will get a chance to win gift cards from Interlude Press–for my book or something from our other amazing authors–or from Barnes and Noble.

Bookmark this link as I will be adding the direct link to the visit and giving you a quick preview of what to expect there.

December 1: Carly’s Book Reviews – 5 stars! And… a recipe for love
December 3: The Reading Addict – The Last Meal
December 4: Books on Silver Wings – Let’s talk about that cover
December 5: LibriAmoriMiei – 5 stars! And a recipe for Irish Soda Bread
December 8: Wickedly Wanton Tales – Which would I choose?
December 9: Prism Book Alliance – A sexy recipe and foodie books
December 10: Unabridged Andra’s – Guilty food pleasures
December 10: Jen’s Reading Obsession – lovely review!
December 11: Romance Novel Giveaways – Stranger Than Fiction? Meet a real life muse.
December 12: The Buttontapper – a Q&A about romance

It’s really real!

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First, I cannot tell you how excited I am to have this lovely yellow gem in my hot little hands. We are blessed enough to get a few to giveaway, to hoard, to roll around and sleep with, and my box came yesterday.

But, while that was fabulous, to have this lovely gem in this man’s hot little hands is beyond.

This is Richie Verito. He owns an amazing deli in the town south of mine. He hails from Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, New York. He used to be a pastry chef at Marriott Marquis Times Square. I knew none of this until after Patrick Sullivan, my delicious almost-pastry-chef diner cook was already on the page and pretty completely parsed out.

You familiar with the movie Stranger Than Fiction? Yeah. That.

I mean, sort of that. Last I checked, I didn’t get him hit by a bus in my writing and last I checked, he’s still a straight happily married Italian dude who voluntarily lives in south-central Ohio and makes the best baguette/sub bread you’ll ever eat, and who creates, with his lovely wife, the best gluten-free desserts you’ll ever dream of eating. But, you get my point.

He is a delight. He helped me with this book in so many ways. And every time I go in, he asks about its progress.

Well, today, I got to hand it to him. He asked me sign it and we talked about how he influenced certain portions of it beyond his help with the technical/kitchen scenes. Then, I received one of the best hugs I think I’ve ever experienced.

You’ll get to know more about Richie in weeks to come. But, today seemed like a good day to introduce him to you. And to encourage you, if you’re a writer, to approach that person that reminds you of a character, a portion of a character. You never know what a gift might be just waiting for you.

Chef’s Table is currently available for pre-order now at Interlude Press, and will be available wherever books are sold this Tuesday, Dec. 2, 2014.