Thursday, March 17, 2016

An Easy St. Patrick's Day Recipe by Melinda Curtis, aka a Writer Who Doesn't Cook Much

Today the Pink Heart Society is going green to celebrate St Patrick's Day with Mel Curtis!

First off, Happy St. Patrick's Day!

I'm not Irish, but I've written Irish descendants in my books (ha!). I'm not much of a beer or Guinness drinker (the shame of it!). And I'm an empty nester, so I don't cook that much anymore (woo-hoo!).

Photo by SharonChen
But in the spirit of the holiday, here's a recipe that makes me look less like a Scrooge (or whatever fictional character doesn't celebrate St. Patrick's Day) and - BONUS! - it's easy to make. Today. Tonight. Right now!

St. Paddy's Day Parfaits - makes 4 servings

Ingredients:
1 box pistachio pudding mix (3 ounce box, I prefer the Jell-O brand)
2 cups milk (you can go non-fat if you prefer, but I don't recommend)
2 kiwi fruits, peeled and thinly sliced (bananas will do in a pinch)
Whipped topping (tub, or homemade; full strength or non-fat - you choose)
3 drops green food coloring (don't be lazy and skip this - it's the green holiday after all)
Green decorating sugar (the kind you sprinkle on cupcakes and Christmas cookies)

Directions:
  1. Prepare the pudding according to package directions using milk; chill until set
  2. Add food coloring to whipped topping
  3. When pudding is chilled, layer pudding, kiwi/banana and green-tinted whipped topping in clear glasses or bowls (how else will you enjoy the color?); repeat layers
  4. Sprinkle green sugar on parfait and refrigerate

If you're feeling adventurous and like some crunch, chop pistachios and sprinkle between some layers.

That's it! Enjoy!

Melinda Curtis is an award-winning, USA Today bestseller. Her latest book is a fun sweet romance from Harlequin Heartwarming: A Man of Influence, a story of a woman's struggle to regain normalcy after a car accident robs her of smooth speech. Here's where Tracy meets A Man of Influence...


It was just another Friday morning in Harmony Valley. Tracy felt no stress at all.

And then he walked in.

Morning sunlight glinted off the blond highlights in his brown hair and outlined his broad shoulders. His eyes were the dark brown of coffee, no cream. Those eyes catalogued everything in the bakery, as if he thought there’d be a test later.

The conversation in the room dwindled and died. Chairs scraped. All eyes turned toward the newcomer, because Harmony Valley wasn’t a pass-through town. It was practically the end of the road.

“Don’t. Scare. Him.” Dang it. Stress jabbed repeatedly at her stilted speech button like a child playing ding-dong ditch. Tracy swallowed her sudden discomfort and waved the man to the counter.

“Who came in?” Mildred asked, voice on the max volume setting. Apparently, she hadn’t put in her hearing aids this morning, and couldn’t see through her ice cube lenses.

Mr. Golden Glow chuckled as he approached the counter. He moved out of the sunlight, and became…No more normal. Still gorgeous. He walked like he owned the room, exuding a vibe Tracy had always admired—power, prestige, a winner of corporate boardroom games. Didn’t matter that he wore jeans and a polo shirt. That walk said suit and tie. His confident air said I know people who can get you a job.

Tracy’s mouth went dry, because she needed a better job. Unfortunately, she could practically feel the full extent of her vocabulary knot at the back of her tongue, clogging her throat.

She tried to remember her latest speech therapist’s advice. Breathe. Relax. Turn your back on the person you’re talking to.

Okay, that last one was Tracy’s antidote. But it worked. Not that there were many opportunities to turn her back mid-conversation or in an argument without looking like a total jerk.

And how could she forget the advice of her speech teacher in college? Breathe. Relax. Imagine your audience is naked.

“What’s good here?” Mr. Tall, Perfect, and Speech-Robbing stepped in front of her.

Tracy’s gaze dropped from his steel gray polo to the counter.

Oh, for the days she dared imagine the opposite sex naked.

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