Do you think she’ll run on a loop?”
Angie knew that what she’d seen hadn’t been a special effect. Lyda had left the building. And it was about time. Angie stood there a minute longer, watching the place where Lyda had been standing.
“Angie, do you need me to go get the car? You can sit on that bench and I’ll be right back.” Ian took her arm.
“I’m fine. I was just looking at something.” Angie fell into step with Ian. It was time to get back to the real world. A world where long dead people didn’t use her staff members as their personal Western Union. “Time to start thinking about what we’re cooking tonight. If you want to come by, I’ll buy your dinner.”
“Sounds amazing.”
They walked hand in hand down the short hill to the parking lot. Then she got into Ian’s car and leaned her head against the window. She closed her eyes and stopped thinking of Lyda altogether.
Dear Readers –
Muffins are the first thing I learned to bake in Mrs. Higgin’s Freshman Home Ec class. I think I still have the apron I made in that class, sharing fabric with my best friend and her sister. High school is where I became aware of the possibilities of being an adult. Having my own place, making my own meals. It all seemed so magical then. I dreamt of being a fashion buyer in New York City (I would have never loved the heels), or a suited lawyer fighting for the rights of others, or a mom with twelve kids making muffins and serving on the PTA.
Instead, I had one kid, one career in social service, now one in the private sector, and finally, the dream job I never thought I could have – author. Follow your dreams because you can’t change the past, but you can always start over and change the future.
Much love,
Lynn
Special Chocolate Chip Muffins
Pre-heat oven to 400 degrees. Grease 12 muffin tins (or use spray oil).
Mix into a large bowl
2 cups all-purpose flour
1⁄3 cup light-brown sugar, packed
1⁄3 cup sugar
2 teaspoons baking powder
1⁄2 teaspoon salt
In a separate bowl, mix
2⁄3 cup milk
1⁄2 cup butter, melted and cooled
2 eggs, lightly beaten
1 teaspoon vanilla
Make a well in the middle of the dry ingredients and pour in the wet ingredients. Mix together, but don’t over mix. (Rookie mistake I’ve made too many times.)
Add to the mix
1 (11 1/2 ounce) package semi-sweet chocolate chips
1⁄2 cup walnuts, chopped
1/2 cup dried cranberries
Pour into muffin tins and bake for 15-20 minutes. Let cool.
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Chapter 1
Mia Malone stood in front of the Magic Springs Food Bank, staring into the crowded space and trying not to breathe. For a small Idaho town, the powers that be had set the food bank up in a great space. However, the lack of attention to the place over the summer showed. Boxes filled the open floor plan. Metal shelving units sat empty, lined up against the wall. And somewhere, the smell of rotting fruit was making the building almost uninhabitable. She turned to her grandmother, Mary Alice Carpenter, who was holding a napkin over her nose.
“Something went bad somewhere.” Mia knew she was stating the obvious but she couldn’t stop the words from coming out. “How long has this food been here?”
“It’s been a warm summer. The Lodge trucks stop by every week and make a drop.” Tasha Newton sighed. She stood between Mia and Grans, and ran a hand through her graying hair. “It was just me when school closed and I wasn’t able to be here every week. I tried to keep up with it, but the parents of the school kids were our primary clients. Once they went out on summer vacation, I guess they forgot we had the supplies here. My hip replacement kept me from being here at all for the last month.”
Mia didn’t have a year to fix the problems at the Magic Springs Food Bank. She had exactly a week before she was expected back at her job as head caterer for a restaurant in Boise. The only reason she’d been able take this amount