Happy Holidays Everyone! Yes it is that time of year, where we indulge 'til our heart's are content or pants no longer fit. I know my personal weakness during the holiday season is Egg Nog. I love it with all of its custardy goodness. And nowadays there are so many to choose from-- Pumpkin Egg Nog, Custard Egg Nog, Soy Egg Nog, Lite Egg Nog, Southern Comfort Egg Nog, Jim Beam Egg Nog and everything in between.
Well if you find yourself with an over abundance of the delicious holiday drink- here's a recipe that may take some of it off your hands while still putting it in your tummy!
Enjoy!
Description
These wonderfully soft cookies are full of eggnog flavor and
have hints of creamy white chocolate nestled on top.
Ingredients
2-¼ cups All-purpose Flour
1 teaspoon Baking Powder
1 teaspoon Cinnamon
1-½ teaspoon Nutmeg
¾ cups Butter, Softened
1 cup White Sugar
¼ cups Brown Sugar
2 Egg Yolks
1 teaspoon Vanilla Extract
½ cups Eggnog
8 ounces, weight White Chocolate Candiquik Or White
Chocolate Chips
Nutmeg For Garnish, If Desired
Preparation
Preheat oven to 350 F. Line two baking pans with a Silpat
mat or parchment paper. Set aside.
In a medium bowl, sift together flour, baking powder,
cinnamon, and nutmeg. Set aside.
In a large bowl, combine the butter, white sugar, and brown
sugar. Using an electric hand mixer or stand mixer with paddle attachment,
cream until fluffy. Add egg yolks and vanilla and stir until smooth. Pour in
eggnog and beat until mixture is creamy.
Slowly add flour mixture into the eggnog mixture, stirring
until flour is just combined.
Chill dough for at least 15 minutes, as this ensures the
cookies will bake up puffy and round.
Once dough is chilled, drop by heaping spoonfuls onto
prepared baking pans leaving an inch or two between them. Bake for 18-20
minutes or until cookies are lightly browned but still soft.
Remove from oven and let them cool on the baking sheet.
When cookies have cooled, melt white chocolate in the
microwave for about 2 minutes, stirring every 30 seconds so it doesn’t burn.
Working one cookie at a time, dip it halfway into the white
chocolate and then place on a sheet of parchment paper to set. Sprinkle tops of
white chocolate with nutmeg, if desired. Enjoy!
Notes: It is important not to over-bake these cookies. You
will want to remove them from the oven when they are still soft on top.
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[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
Jilly Reimers wants love but can't find it. Chris Spinell is
a veteran of the war in Afghanistan who suffers from PTSD and a haunting
feeling that something is missing in his life. Chris Poole is also an
Afghanistan war veteran is ready to break out of his shell but is unsure how.
With Christmas just around the corner, they decide not to
spend it alone. Believing The Love Play Matchmaking Service to be just what
they need for a night of fun and passion, they sign up. But when the guys show
up and see that they've been set up on a menage, the only one happy about it is
Jilly.
Their consultant, called an Eros, assures Jilly that the
service has a perfect track record but she's certain they'll be the first ones
to get their money back. Will they have a very merry Christmas? Or will the
three spend yet another one alone?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Excerpt
Jilly idly twirled a lock of her hair as she gazed at the
fire. The meal was good, a bit awkward, but all right. Now with Chris S. in the
shower, she and Chris P., who’d freshened up after her, sat beside her. She
hoped she’d get a chance to know him a little better, now that they were alone.
Unlike Chris S., Chris P. was quiet, more reserved. His warm
smile could melt ice. They’d spoken a bit about his life in Australia and how
he met the other Chris when they were on Diego Garcia, a tiny atoll in the
Pacific. It was there he garnered a better perspective on life, friendships and
love. She reasoned that war tended to do that to a person.
She looked at him again, admiring what she saw. He was
gorgeous. If only she were a femme fatale like her friends. She pictured
grabbing him by the scruff of his collar and planting a long seductive kiss on
his pouty lips. Anything to ease the tension between her legs and the moisture
dripping from her swollen pussy.
Golden and sun-kissed like a surfer, he had a look
impossible to have around this time of year in Michigan, unless he spent
countless hours in a tanning booth. But at the same time he didn’t look like
the type who’d go to one. He seemed too rugged. She glanced at his short, flaxen
hair, which he wore pulled back in a stubby tail. It accentuated his keen
facial features. His physique, like that of a gladiator, made her want to
whimper. Built like a brick wall without being too thick, he was three
words—supple, etched, steel. And his Australian accent added to his raw
sexiness.
Whereas Chris S. was the perfect picture type of the
all-American, boy-next-door type, with light brown hair and sandy-colored tips
and eyes so blue they looked like the color of tropical water. He reminded her
of the high school captain of the football team who’d gone into the military
and become a man, except he had a sensitive edge that permeated his being.
While Chris P., who looked like he could take on a few guys at once, was more
lighthearted and outgoing.
Either way, she knew she hit the jackpot because both guys
were like something out of a magazine called Hot Guys “R” Us. They were a
perfect ten. It was best Christmas gift anyone could have ever given her. She
hoped a Chris Sandwich was definitely on the menu for the night. But how to get
past the talking stage, she had no clue. She wondered if all of her Love Play’s
match ups started like this.
Wearing some leggings and a cami, and he a T-shirt and
shorts, she suddenly felt overdressed. The art of seduction was not something
they taught in any of the schools she’d attended, and she sure as hell never
picked up any pointers from her so-called “friends.” And her exes never gave
her any encouragement in that department either.
This date should have come with instructions. I think I’m in
trouble.
She let out a long sigh.
“Did you say something?” Chris P. asked, stirring from his
long silence.
“I was just thinking how beautiful this place is,” she lied.
What? How lame is that?
“It is. I’ve never been to a place quite like this.”
“Love Play has quite a reputation.”
“You’ve used it before?” He perked up, facing her.
Heat burned her cheeks. “No. It’s what I heard from some of
their clients.”
“So have you been married?” he asked.
“No.”
“Neither have I. Never found anyone to get serious with,” he
said, shrugging. “I don’t know. Maybe cupid’s arrow doesn’t work on me.”
“For me they’re defective. Or maybe his aim is bad,” she
said, trying to suppress the memory of her ex-boyfriend.
“What do you mean?”
“My relationships, they never work out.” She shrugged her
shoulders. “For whatever reason, they seem to choose my friends over me. Or it
ends up that way once we get together.”
He shook his head. “Nah. They were bad blokes from the
start. Believe me. I know. I’ve been around those types my entire life. The
randier they are, the worse they will be. If a man wants you, he’ll stay.” His
tone was soft, almost vulnerable.
“Maybe.”
“So tell me,” he said, turning to face her, “you ordered
this hook up?”
Again, her face flushed. She imagined it turning its
characteristic red when the blood rushed to her cheeks.
“Yes. But according to the guidelines, you would have either
had to be open to it or requested it too. Right?”
He chuckled. “I see he also got the smart I asked for. Yes,
I am open to a ménage.” His expression became serious. “Do you think me odd?”
“No. I’m glad we share that desire.”
Author Bio
Clare Dargin is an author of Science Fiction and Romance and
has been writing stories all of her life before being published in 2007. She’s
a great fan of the two genres and loves promoting them.
An educator by profession, she possesses a Bachelor’s Degree
in English from a major mid-western university. She presently resides in the
Midwest and she hopes to expand her writings to include non-fiction, historical
romance, and contemporary novels.
