Once the apartment was ready, Portia had begun to plan out what foods they would showcase in this little glimpse into a Glass Kitchen world. Her sisters couldn't help her with this part. Portia had le...
The German chocolate cake was easy. So was the vanilla buttercream. But the strawberry shortcake gave me fits. Turns out, the final fix came when I baked a fresh strawberry in the middle of a vanilla...
I would be over the moon if you'd make me one of your famous apple cakes.Portia stared at the ingredients her sister had lined up with perfect precision on the scratched countertop. Apples. Butter. Br...
She decided to make salmon baked in a touch of olive oil, topped with pine nuts, and served over spinach flash-fried in the salmon-and-olive-oil drippings. She added brown rice that she had slow-boile...
Next thing she knew, Portia hurried into the Fairway Market on Broadway. The grocery store was unlike anything she had seen in Texas. Bins of fruit and vegetables lined the sidewalk, forming narrow en...
Portia gasped awake with the taste of apples in her mouth- crisp green apples smothered in brown sugar and spice. She needed to bake.Lying tangled in the sheets, she tried to calm her racing heart. Sh...
Images of food rushed through her head, surprising her. Fried chicken. Sweet jalapeño mustard. Mashed potatoes. Biscuits. And a pie. Big and sweet, strawberries with whipped cream- so Texan, so opposi...
Without thinking about what she was doing, she pulled blueberries from the icebox and peaches from the fruit bin.She might have only been seven years old, but she was smart enough to know that her mot...
Heart pounding, she started to prepare the meal that hit her so hard. Her famous cherry tomatoes stuffed with chile, cheese, and bacon, along with pulled pork, endive slaw, and potato pancakes with ho...
You're serious.As serious as an accountant at an IRS audit.His face closed off, reminding her of the ruthlessness she had first noticed about him on the front steps. You have no business opening a res...
It’s over for me, isn’t it? The old man glanced across the room mid-chew. What do you mean? I’m not getting my body back. He shrugged. Probably not. My head swam. It didn’t matter that at some level I...
The small corner market had rows of fresh flowers in white plastic buckets. Standing, the early fall sun on her shoulders, she opened her mind. She assessed the fuchsia roses and violet freesias, vibr...
It’s hard to believe in miracles until you’ve seen one happen. But once you’ve seen, well, life alters and you can never look
It's regret that kills, the if onlys that leave the mortal wounds.
No person, whether she is a scientist or a cook, can find success if she doesn’t first believe that she holds power in her hands— not to use over people, but to use for the good of another.
Not an hour after Olivia was found, Portia and her mother were in the family's ancient pickup truck, bumping along the dirt roads of backwater Texas until they came to her grandmother's cafe, a place...
The images swirled through her. She needed to bake. Cake. A layered chocolate cake. With vanilla buttercream frosting.The images were as clear as four-color photos from a coffee table book on baking....
Without a single one of those promised lessons from her grandmother, Portia began to see and taste food without having it in front of her, the images coming to her like instincts, automatic and withou...
I couldn't deal with the kind of need for a man that had ruled my mother's life - the kind of need that made it impossible to breath when self-worth was wrapped up in I love yous.
Some things are true whether you believe them or not.
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