Author's note: Please vote and tell me what you think of my recipes. I may not reply to all the feedback, but I do enjoy reading most of it. Your comments are always welcome. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy! In the last two parts of this series, I have covered an entire carne guisada meal for a crowd and I have hopefully helped you make red bean...
When Foes Collide II A familiar, red SUV pulled into the apartment complex's parking lot, and luckily, found an empty spot in the guest parking stalls. The driver was none other than Carmela Diaz-Robles. With the eyes of a hawk, the Latina scanned the entirety of the vehicles sitting in the day's dwindling sunlight. A moment later, she spotted her sister-in...
"Hey, Liz!" The voice reached Liz over the pounding music and general noise of the party only because she had literally just bumped in to the speaker. Liz turned, her bright blue eyes studying the face of the guy behind her, trying to place him. He was tall, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, vaguely good looking in that generic college guy way. There was nothing...
When George Christopher Casemont, leader of the Frostburg Avenue Longboarders, got to take Gabrielle Abruzzi to the prom, his boys were impressed. As long as Casey, Flynn, Rod and "The Squirrel" had been running together, they'd never gotten much play from any of the Abruzzi sisters, who were kind of stuck up. But, time went by, and Casey moved to Seattle,...
I know the exact moment you see her. Perhaps I wouldn't have known but for the distinct change in your demeanor. Perhaps I shouldn't have known even then, but for some reason I do. As far as I can tell you're infallible, undeterred. But for the breath of one person. You excuse yourself from the floor, calmly urging me to dance with a random body on...
I ding the bell at the front desk but no one comes to greet us. Lorenzo leans over the counter and cranes his neck to see if anyone’s working. I cross my arms. Look around the lobby. “Maybe they’re closed,” I say. “It’s after midnight. We’re probably too late.” “The website said they do check-ins all night. Where is everybody?” “Should we go someplace el...
Jose lay on his bunk in the cell and listened to the drip, drip, dripping sound of water somewhere in the Los Angeles County jail. He couldn't locate where the sound was coming from and he was unable to do anything about it. He found himself concentrating intently on the sound; he wanted to scream. After a while he became aware of other sounds around him,...
The next few weeks were an agony of suspense for me. Before I'd left your dressing room you'd told me to leave my phone number with the bartender, which I'd done. I didn't hear from you the next day, or the next, or the next. Days stretched into weeks. My life went on as usual, at least on the surface - work, gym, drinks with friends, the occasional date w...
I had plenty of time to think about my situation while I sat there waiting for gram. It had been bad enough to wear those cat in the hat panties, but these plastic pants were infinitely worse. Every time I moved I made crinkling noises that could be heard for a hundred feet at least. I mean I knew getting an education was important but was it this important?...
After his meeting with Sam Mortenson, the president of the company, Richard returned to his office. It wasn't a big office, and certainly not the corner office he had his eye on if he earned the promotion to replace Mac Williams, who was retiring at the end of the month. Despite Mac's support, Richard wasn't a shoe-in for the position as it ultimately would...