This recipe has been handed down for generations. It's appropriate because it's a Christmas must around my house and it's English (which goes right along with my time-travel Victorian novel). And I saved the best for last. It is ridiculously easy.
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- 2 cups chopped pecans
- 1 stick of butter
- 1 stick of margarine
- 1 cup sugar
- 6 tablespoons light corn syrup
- 2 tablespoons water
- 12 oz. of chocolate chips (milk chocolate or semi-sweet. Choose your own adventure here.)
Spread chopped pecans on the bottom of a cookie sheet
Combine margarine, butter, sugar, corn syrup and water. Bring mixture to boil over moderately high heat, stirring until sugar is dissolved and it reaches a hard crack stage.
Pour over the pecans in the prepared cookie sheet. Top with chocolate chips and swirl into tasteful shapes while you realize that you are an artiste and chocolate is your true medium.
Wait for it to cool, then break into chunks and boom goes the dynamite.
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How to woo a gentleman—and weaponize dessert.
Romance novel junkie Eliza Pepper always thought she was born too late, but now she really is stuck in the wrong time. Tasked with mending a tear in the timeline, she’s trying desperately to fit into 1873 London. But dang it, mucking out a fireplace while looking like the lunch lady from hell is hard.
If she can just keep from setting the floor on fire and somehow resist her growing attraction to the master of the house, she’ll be fine. All she has to do is repeat her mantra: “He’s nothing like Darcy. He’s nothing like Darcy.”
William Brown has always taken pride in his mastery of English decorum, but his new maid is a complete disaster, has thrown his household into chaos…and he finds her utterly captivating.
Though he’s willing to endure extreme physical discomfort to keep their relationship in proper perspective, her arrival has brought out a side of him he never knew existed. And Eliza has an innocently erotic knack for coaxing that decidedly ungentlemanly facet of himself out to play…
Warning: A modern girl who knows bupkis about nursing and maiding in the 19th century, a gentleman poet with a repressed wild side, and inappropriate use of a pair of pantaloons.
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