Sable Does It in the Kitchen Cookbook Volume 1 Read online

  Welcome!

  My name is

  Sable Hunter and I love to cook.

  I also love to write romance novels.

  Inside this book you will find some of the recipes that my heroines prepared

  for their heroes, as well as other recipes that I like to prepare in my home.

  There are also some recipes that readers have given to me

  that I think you will enjoy.

  Foreword

  Let me preface this cookbook by saying that the novels I write are not G rated; I write erotic romances, but they are full of love and tenderness – suspense and tears – laughter and joy. And while some of these recipes may be HOT and spicy, none of them are X-rated. The covers of my books are included as well as some PG-rated snippets and hints to future books. This is meant to be fun for my readers as well as acceptable to those who do not read this genre, but might like to look at the handsome Jimmy Thomas. Ha!

  It is my plan to release my ‘Savory’ erotic romances in a toned down version, a ‘Sweeter’ version, with a little less explicitness, but the same rollercoaster emotions that I love to write. For those of you who like your romances to be a little less racy, look for my Sweet Sable versions of my Hell Yeah! and Hell Yeah! Cajun Style series coming in 2013. To celebrate that endeavor, my recipe book is divided into two categories ‘Savory’ and ‘Sweeter’.

  I welcome you to my world. I write about handsome alpha heroes and the women who bring them to their knees. My heroes are passionate and loyal, and my heroines have real challenges; they don’t think they are worthy of love. Yet, they meet a man who thinks they are perfect, just the way they are. The worlds that I create are places where right prevails, love conquers all and holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream.

  My Personal Hints for You

  There are a few things that my pantry is never without:

  Minced Garlic

  Worcestershire Sauce

  Swanson’s Chicken and Beef Broth

  Swanson’s Chicken and Beef Broth flavor packets

  Tony Chachere’s Louisiana Seasoning

  Parsley

  Basil

  Thyme

  Extra Virgin Olive Oil

  Real Butter

  Half and Half

  Heavy Cream

  When I am making soups and stews along with various other meat or vegetable dishes, I rarely use water. I use broth instead. It makes the dish taste richer.

  I prefer Kosher salt over regular iodized salt.

  I do not use margarine; I use real butter in my dishes.

  Any alcohol that I use in my recipes is something I would serve at my table to drink. Rule of thumb: If it is not good enough to drink, it is not good enough to put into your dish.

  Visit:

  Tony Chachere’s Famous Creole Cuisine

  Smoker for Brisket (Click and you’ll be taken to Sable’s Store where she has the Smoker along with more of her Favorite Items)

  Recipe Sections

  Each Section contains the names of the Recipes

  within this book.

  Click on the name of the Recipe and you are taken to that Recipe.

  Savory Section

  Sauces & Stock

  BBQ Sauce

  Homemade Cranberry Sauce

  Shrimp (or Crawfish) Stock

  Good Spaghetti Sauce

  Dip

  Hot Artichoke Dip

  Bagel Dip

  Fish

  Chicken, Sausage and Shrimp Gumbo

  Crawfish Etouffe

  Shrimp Creole

  Poultry

  Butter Chicken

  Chicken Cacciatora (Hunter’s Style)

  Chicken Casserole

  Chicken & Dressing

  Chicken & Dumplings

  Chicken & Rice (Arroz Con Pollo)

  Chicken Salad

  Chicken Stir-Fry (My Way)

  Chicken, Sausage and Shrimp Gumbo

  Grilled Lemon Chicken

  Honey Ginger Chicken

  Parmesan Chicken

  Ryan’s Candlelight Chicken

  Best Thanksgiving Turkey

  Wings with Homemade BBQ Sauce

  Meats

  Beef Burgundy

  Beef Stew

  Braciole

  Texas Chili - The Real Deal

  Country Captain

  Grilladas

  Lasagna

  McCoy BBQ Brisket - Done Right

  Pepper Steak

  Red Beans & Sausage

  Smoked Pork Loin Stuffed

  with Cajun Boudain

  Sweet Sausage Rolls

  Grains & Vegetables

  Roasted Asparagus and Other Vegetables

  Rice

  Sweeter Section

  Breads, Brownies & Cakes

  Banana Bread

  Chocolate Ganache Cake

  Creamy Coconut Cake

  My Friend, Fiona M’s “Death by Chocolate”

  Grandma Prowant’s Chocolate Cake

  Libby’s Orgasmic Brownies

  Presley’s Stickey Buns

  Candy & Cookies

  Alex’s Chocolate Chip Cookies

  Anzac Biscuit Cookies

  Cady’s Pecan Pralines

  Easy Fudge Peanut Butter Ring

  Homemade Hard Candy - In Microwave

  Nut Rolls

  Pudding & Desserts

  Apple Crisp a La Ryan

  Banana Pudding

  Brownie Pudding

  Croissant Bread Pudding

  Pumpkin Cream Cheese Delight

  Fresh Strawberry Pie

  Strawberry Surprise

  Strawberry Trifle

  Sable Does It

  in the

  Kitchen

  Brought to you by: Sable Hunter

  Illustrated and Edited by: Barb Caruso

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  Libby was fascinated by the pool hall. She hadn’t dressed up; she didn’t have anything to dress up in. But, she

  was definitely having a good time. The music was loud and very country. Several cowboys had asked her to dance, and she had taken two up on it. Both times, either Isaac or Jacob had cut in when they
felt that the man was taking liberties. She hadn’t felt threatened at any time, but she appreciated the McCoy brothers’ concern. It wasn’t like they were cramping her style, Libby wasn’t there to find a man – she had one. At least, she was claiming him. Not that they were dating or anything, he had never said anything about taking her anywhere. Still, she would rather be with him – anywhere - than anyone else in the world. Still and all, like her mom used to say, this place was far better than she had expected. She was here for the experience, and so far, she wasn’t disappointed. Aron could have brought her, but she knew that he would have positioned her at his side and under his arm all night and she wouldn’t have gotten a taste for the true atmosphere of the place. With the other two McCoy’s along, Libby could go out on a limb and not fear falling off. The billiards game was a blast. Isaac taught her how to hold a cue stick and how to rack up the balls. He had even held her close while she learned the proper way to make a shot. There had been no flirting; all the brothers treated her with great care and the utmost respect. They knew who she belonged to – at least, for now. Aron had put his foot down about the tequila shots, so Libby had opted for wine coolers, instead. They were really, really, really good. This was her first venture into the world of adult beverages. Every time Jacob and Isaac walked off, Libby ordered another. She hoped they brought enough money to pay her bar tab. She should have felt bad, but right now – actually – she was feeling pretty good. There were about a dozen men in the place that couldn’t keep their eyes off of her. They watched her sway and twirl, right by herself. She had no idea how sexy she was, or that Isaac and Jacob had walked around and informed all of the drooling men that she was off limits. They made it clear that she was Tebow property - belonging to the big man himself, Aron McCoy. No, Libby didn’t have a clue. She was in her own little world. Dancing right by herself, minding her own business. With her wine coolers. Isaac who was on Libby-patrol, had to take a bathroom break. And while he was gone a group of new men came it. When Jacob noticed, there were several wranglers circling her like Mako sharks. He swooped in and gathered her close, “How many of those drinks have you had, cookie?” “Eight.” Libby answered with an absolutely straight face. “Eight!” Jacob exclaimed. “Shorty, why in the hell did you let her have eight wine coolers?” He shouted across the bar. Shorty grinned, but yelled back. “There’s not much alcohol in a wine cooler.” “There is when you’ve had eight of ‘em,” he grumbled under his breath. Hell! Aron was going to kill them all. “Hello, lover.” A sultry voice purred next to Jacob’s ear. “Care to introduce me to your tipsy little friend?” Venom dripped off every word. Jacob’s stomach turned over as he recognized Aron’s ex-wife’s voice – Sabrina. If he hated anybody in the world, it was this woman. “I was never your lover, bitch.” Jacob bit the words out at her. He hadn’t forgiven her, nor would he - ever. His attitude sobered Libby to a degree. “Jacob?” she called his name in confusion. “It’s okay, baby. This is nobody that you need to be concerned with.” He held her protectively to his side, as if Sabrina was a disease that would rub off on her. “She’d best be concerned.” Sabrina draped a skinny arm around Jacob’s neck. She was over-made up, under dressed, and her perfume had been applied with a heavy hand. “I didn’t have my fill of you. She just might have reason to be jealous.” Sabrina’s tongue might be dripping sugar, but her eyes were like poisonous darts. These McCoy men owed her – big time. She had been cheated out of a fortune. “I’m not with Jacob,” Libby informed her. “I’m with Aron.” Jacob was surprised that Libby would publicly claim Aron – pleasantly surprised. “Interesting!” the woman exclaimed. “Jacob does she know who I am?” “Who are you?” Libby asked, just drunk enough to care. “I’m Sabrina McCoy, Aron’s wife.” The smooth answer made Libby’s skin crawl. Libby’s eyes narrowed. “No, you’re not. You’re divorced. You weren’t a good wife.” Libby repeated things well. “Aron wasn’t much of a husband. And being his wife wasn’t much of a life.” Her flip answer made Libby’s blood boil. “Anyone lucky enough to be married to Aron McCoy should get down on their hands and knees and thank the Lord for their blessings.” This was a long speech for an inebriated woman. “The only blessing about living at Tebow was the smorgasbord of gorgeous McCoy men to sample. Jacob here, was one tasty morsel.” She leered at Jacob. About that time Isaac walked up. “And here’s the tastiest one of them all.” Isaac looked grim, and his mouth was twisted as if he had bit into something bitter. “You didn’t sleep with Aron’s brothers.” Libby was furious. “I didn’t?” Sabrina teased Libby. “And how would you know?” “I know them. And they wouldn’t betray their brother that way.” She was emphatic in her support of the McCoy brothers. “Where is your lover, if that is what he is? And why are you here with Jacob and Isaac if you belong to Aron? Are you following in my footsteps, sweetie?” The woman was beautiful. Libby could see why Aron would have been attracted to her. And she was dressed to kill. Libby felt plain and out of place next to her. “That’s none of your business,” Libby flared. “But I can promise you that Aron’s brothers treat me with the greatest respect.” “How about the younger one? Nathan, was it? Is he still as much of a stupid retard as he used to be? Wasn’t he born that way? Was it a birth complication or something?” Sabrina stood there looking smug while she lambasted every member of the family that Libby loved so well. “He has dyslexia, you baboon. I’ve heard enough from you! That’s it.” Libby handed her wine cooler to Isaac. “You’re going down, you loud-mouthed Jezebel!” Without warning, Libby propelled herself right on top of Sabrina Jones – ex-McCoy. Before Sabrina could get her bearings, Libby had knocked her into a table that had been filled with glasses and beer. Then, into another table. Crashes of glass and gasps of amusement echoed through the bar. And it wasn’t over. “Catfight!” Libby would not give up. Every time Sabrina would try and get away, Libby would get right in her face again. Isaac held Jacob back - they were fascinated at the little thing’s determination. When she picked up a chair to bash over Sabrina’s head, Jacob’s common sense finally won out and he intervened. Shorty was not happy. He was on the phone and naming names. Jacob held Libby off the ground while she kicked and wiggled to get down and back into the fight. “If I ever see you anywhere near a member of the McCoy family again, I’ll take you apart with my bare hands. I’ll rip your hair to smithereens. I’ll break both your knee caps and stomp your toes . . . . .” The threats trailed off as Libby was carted out of the bar to ensure the safety of the clientele. Isaac and Jacob followed at a safe distance. Isaac was troubled to see that Sabrina had landed a blow or two. There were bruises and scrapes on Libby’s arms and a dark, fist-shaped mark was starting to show on her left jaw. “You have got to come and get them Deputy; I’m tired of these McCoy’s tearing up my place.” Shorty called on his cell phone. “Shit, Jacob. We’re about to get arrested,” Isaac whispered. He couldn’t afford to spend any more time in jail. “Actually, I think Libby is the one that’s in trouble,” Jacob observed - which was worse, much worse. “With the law. That’s nothing. We’re the ones up shit creek without a paddle. We have to face Aron.” Isaac was right – and that was a scary proposition. Libby had never seen the inside of a jail. It was as fascinating as the bar had been. This was a new experience that she hadn’t counted on. She had question after question and soon the deputies all had pained looks on their faces. Jacob and Isaac sat to one side, their hats in their hands and waited for one large Texas tornado to blow in. “Isaac, I thought I told you that if you got into another bar fight that I’d take the cost of the damages out of your hide.” Aron stormed into the sheriff’s office, growling like an angry bear. “It wasn’t Isaac, Mr. McCoy.” A friendly little Barney Fife type had met Aron with a clip board in his hand. “Jacob? Well, hell this is his first offense; you ought to let him off.” “The problem wasn’t just the damage, Mr. McCoy. It was the terrorist-type threats,” the deputy cheerfully explained. “Jacob was making terrorist threats? Against who?” Aron couldn’t believe this. He was proba
bly defending Libby’s honor. If anybody had touched his baby, they wouldn’t live to see another day. “It wasn’t Jacob making the terrorist threats, Mr. McCoy; or Isaac.” “Well, then you have the wrong people in custody. There were no other members of my family there to cause trouble.” Aron roared. “It was Libby.” Isaac muttered low enough that he thought maybe Aron wouldn’t hear. He heard. “What did you say?” Aron was pole-axed. “Libby was the one in the fight. She was the one making threats.” Isaac lowered his head and winced as if anticipating a blow. “My Libby isn’t capable of doing those things.” Aron had no doubt about the truth of that statement. “It’s true, Mr. McCoy.” About that time Sheriff Foster joined them. “Who in the hell did she fight with or threaten?” Aron still didn’t believe a word they were saying. And just where in the hell was she? He looked around. She wasn’t anywhere in sight. “She attacked and made threats against one, Sabrina McCoy.” The Sheriff looked perplexed, as if he had just made the connection. “Does that name ring a bell with you, Sir?” “Shit. Yes.” It was all beginning to make sense now. “Where is Libby?” he looked around at all the people who had failed him. “She’s back in the holding cell.” “THE HOLDING CELL? YOU PUT THAT SWEET LIITLE GIRL IN A CELL?” The walls of the jail began to vibrate. When he bellowed, Libby heard him. “Aron! Aron! Sweetie, I’m back here! Come meet these nice criminals.”