Tuesdays with Tupperware ~ Strawberry Ice Cream

What is better on a hot summer's day than homemade ice cream? I have a wonderful Cuisinart Ice Cream Maker, which I use regularly and store all my ice cream in my medium deep Freeze It, but sometimes I want something different and I've now found it.

I made Strawberry Ice Cream using my Tupperware Power Chef Premium System. Most videographers that I watched used the Tupperware Quick Chef Pro, but I don't have one (yet) so I improvised and it worked out quite well.

I started making the ice cream around 2:00 pm and by 2:20 I was finished. All that was left was for the ice cream to harden a bit so it could be scooped out, however if you love soft ice cream, then you can eat it right away. It did scoop out, but was a little slushy in the bowl.

Once supper was complete, I scooped out some ice cream and hubby enjoyed a refreshing taste of strawberries on a hot summer's eve.



Last week Lord George found his observations of Mr. and Mrs. Bennet entertaining, particularly the lady of the house who was quite aghast at the amount of his bogus wager. We left with Mrs. Bennet speaking... "Ten pounds!" Mrs. Bennet gasped out loud, her hand fluttering to her chest. "You must have a great deal of money if you can bet such exorbitant amounts."
If only he were in this part of England for such a whimsical reason. While Mrs. Bennet nattered on about placing bets and how she'd heard that some of the men in the village were known to play cards for money, George mulled over the true reason he was in the vicinity of Hertfordshire.
After his dinner at White's with Max and the snide comment made by the Viscount Stanhope, George realized that the man Evangeline shot was non other than Stanhope's valet. He recollected the surprised expression on the valet's face when he first entered the room, which convinced George that his presence at Evangeline's home was not expected. As the valet died with that information there was a good possibility Stanhope was still in the dark about George's covert activities.
Then again, Stanhope might not be involved at all. Servants heard and saw the underbelly of London Society and a cunning one could use that information to upgrade their station in life. However, George was convinced the valet was not one to willingly get his hands dirty, which led him back to taking a closer look at Stanhope.
He planned to reconnoiter Stanhope's estate and see if anything, other than a very dead valet, pointed to his involvement with the French. Running over a beautiful young woman on the road was not part of the plan and with that one small diversion, his hope of remaining incognito had gone up in a plume of lavender scented smoke. 
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Katherine is slated for release this fall (2017). I thought I'd share with you a video highlighting a few... teasers for this Regency Romance spy thriller with a Jane Austen twist.



Tuesdays with Tupperware ~ One Pot Beef Casserole

First,  let me state - I AM NOT A TUPPERWARE CONSULTANT. I don't sell Tupperware (although I did in the early '80's) but I use it and I'm kinda in love with a few of their gadgets. I thought I start posting pictures/ recipes / tips for how to use Tupperware for good... lol

Today, I'm posting pictures and a recipe of something I made today using my new Tupperware Microwave Pressure Cooker. This is only the second time using it - the first was a chicken teriyaki meal (YUM).


Mondays with Jane ~ Persuasion 2

His good looks and his rank had one fair claim on his attachment; since to them he must have owed a wife of very superior character to anything deserved by his own. Lady Elliot had been an excellent woman, sensible and amiable; whose judgement and conduct, if they might be pardoned the youthful infatuation which made her Lady Elliot, had never required indulgence afterwards. -- She had humoured, or softened, or concealed his failings, and promoted his real respectability for seventeen years; and though not the very happiest being in the world herself, had found enough in her duties, her friends, and her children, to attach her to life, and make it no matter of indifference to her when she was called on to quit them. Three girls, the two eldest sixteen and fourteen, was an awful legacy for a mother to bequeath; an awful charge rather, to confide to the authority and guidance of a conceited, silly father. She had, however, one very intimate friend, a sensible, deserving woman, who had been brought, by strong attachment to herself, to settle close by her, in the village of Kellynch; and on her kindness and advice, Lady Elliot mainly relied for the best help and maintenance of the good principles and instruction which she had been anxiously giving her daughters.

This friend, and Sir Walter, did not marry, whatever might have been anticipated on that head by their acquaintance. -- Thirteen years had passed away since Lady Elliot's death, and they were still near neighbours and intimate friends; and one remained a widower, the other a widow.

That Lady Russell, of steady age and character, and extremely well provided for, should have no thought of a second marriage, needs no apology to the public, which is rather apt to be unreasonably discontented when a woman does marry again, than when she does not; but Sir Walter's continuing in singleness requires explanation. -- Be it known, then, that Sir Walter, like a good father, (having met with one or two private disappointments in very unreasonable application*) prided himself on remaining single for his dear daughter's sake. For one daughter, his eldest, he would really have given up on any thing, which he had not been very much tempted to do. Elizabeth had succeeded, at sixteen, to all that was possible, of her mother's rights and consequence; and being very handsome, and very like himself, her influence had always been great, and they had gone on together most happily. His two their children were of very inferior value. Mary had acquired a little artificial importance, by becoming Mrs. Charles Musgrove; but Anne, with an elegance of mind and sweetness of character, which must have placed her high with any people of real understanding, was nobody with either father or sister: her word had no weight; her convenience was always to give way; -- she was only Anne.

To Lady Russell, indeed, she was a most dear and highly valued god-daughter, favourite and friend. Lady Russell loved them all; but it was only in Anne that she could fancy the mother to revive again.



What a crazy week! I almost forgot to sign up for #WeWriWa, AND, I missed visiting everyone else's blogs for their weekly entry. Profuse apologies to all my fellow Weekend Writing Warriors.

That said, I squeaked in under the wire and am continuing on with Katherine. You can read last week's post HERE.

I have shamelessly fidgeted with punctuation in order to comply with the ten line rule.
George noted a tightening of Katherine's lips and a faint blush staining her cheeks, the only visible clue that her parent's behaviour shamed her deeply and felt a tug of compassion. For some reason he felt an insane desire to spirit her away so they could never embarrass her this way again, but for now, he placed the well worn cloak of a shallow man around his shoulders and waded into the inane world of Mr. and Mrs. Bennet.
"I don't mind answering Mrs. Bennet's questions and it's not Miss Katherine's fault for her accident, you see, I was in a mad rush to deliver a letter."
"What, the post doesn't run from London anymore?" queried Mr. Bennet as he dropped the top half of his paper down and looked at George in mock astonishment.
George revised his opinion of the couple, although Mrs. Bennet was rather empty-headed, Mr. Bennet was an observer of people, he'd have to tread carefully around the man.
"Yes it does, but a friend of mine, Lord Alvanley, placed a bet at Whites that I couldn't deliver the letter to a mutual friend's door in less than twelve hours. Alas, I now owe him ten pounds."
"Ten pounds!" Mrs. Bennet gasped out loud, her hand fluttering to her chest. "You must have a great deal of money if you can bet such exorbitant amounts."

Can you see the dollar signs, or should I say 'one pound notes', floating in Mrs. Bennet's head? Check out other fantabulous authors who participate in this fun weekly exercise HERE.


Friday with Friends ~ Jenna Victoria

Who is Jenna Victoria, Author?
Her family's claim to fame is a maternal grandfather who co-created Twinkies, Snowballs and Hostess cupcakes (with the white swirl) for Intercontinental Baking Company, circa 1950's. Since one of those involves chocolate, it's all good.

Jenna writes books for readers who enjoy sweet compelling romances, and also for those who look for her "fiction that feeds your faith" titles - happily-ever-after romance and romantic suspense stories with a Christian worldview.

About the Book:

From Homeless to Heartache, Bookkeeper Mollie Wright knows about living on the streets, and her purchase of sweet Lilac Cottage is a dream come true. She is determined to stay and fight when a legal error puts her ownership at risk.

 Attorney Sean Grady never wanted his great-aunts to sell their cottage in Westchester County, New York, so when a paperwork snafu puts the deal on hold, he moves swiftly to evict the pretty, feisty squatter. Mollie finds unexpected allies in Grady Cove neighbors and a member of Sean's own family but knows the clock is ticking.

Will a theft and her past secrets force a showdown to heartache, or will Mollie and Sean discover home is where your heart is?

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